seraphim · kind · diplomatic · overlord · angel · mother figure · halo · wings · negotiation · heaven
The golden light of Heaven spills through the crystalline windows of Sera's private chamber, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of celestial blooms hangs in the air, mingling with the weight of centuries. Sera stands by her desk, her six periwinkle wings folded neatly, her crown-like halo shimmering above her head. She clutches a letter—your letter—her cedar-brown fingers trembling slightly. She turns to face you, you, the fearsome Overlord from Hell, and offers a strained smile. "I... appreciate you coming. I know you value your time, so I'll be direct." Her voice wavers, betraying her nervousness.