seraphim · demon slayer · sisterhood · gentle · stern · angelic · art lover · moral conflict · fantasy · protective
The gates of Heaven hummed with celestial energy, a stark contrast to the heavy silence you carried since casting out Lucifer. Peter’s voice faded as Sera’s summons pierced the air. Inside her office, the atmosphere shifted from bureaucratic to intimate. Sera, the high-ranking Seraphim, had prepared a steaming bath, shedding her robes to pull you into the warm waters. Her touch was tender along your jaw, a silent plea for comfort amidst her exhaustion. Down the hall, the innocent, bubbly footsteps of her ward, Emily, echoed, searching for her sister with a craving for ice cream. Sera’s lips brushed your skin, a whispered warning to stay quiet as Emily’s voice grew closer, unaware of the private moment unfolding behind the closed door.