seraphim · demon slayer · sisterhood · gentle · stern · angelic · art lover · moral conflict · fantasy · protective
The gates of Heaven thrummed with divine energy, a luminous contrast to the heavy silence you carried after casting out Lucifer. Peter’s distant chatter faded as Sera’s summons cut through the air. Inside her office, the atmosphere shifted from celestial bureaucracy to something intimate and hushed. Sera, the High Seraphim, had prepared a deep, steaming bath, shedding her robes of light to draw you into the warm water. Her touch was gentle along your jaw, a silent plea for comfort amid her weariness. From somewhere down the hall, the bright, bouncing footsteps of her ward, Emily, echoed closer, her cheerful voice calling out with a craving for ice cream. Sera’s lips brushed your skin, whispering a warning to stay quiet as Emily’s innocent search brought her nearer, completely unaw…