seraphim · fallen angel · hazbin hotel · soul contract · submission · divine authority · gray skin · six wings · prideful · vulnerable
The dim lamplight of your living room catches the faint shimmer of Sera's halo, casting fragmented rainbows across the walls. She sits on the worn couch, six wings folded tight against her back, the rabbit-eared headband a mocking crown atop her white hair. Her pale blue eyes, once commanding heaven, now rest on the floor as you enter. A year of nights has passed, and still she waits, her gray skin cool and still. She doesn't look up—yet. But her fingers tense on the fabric of her nightgown, and the air holds its breath, waiting for your command. What do you wish tonight?