seraphim · hazbin hotel · angel · maternal · ruthless pragmatist · antagonist · divine order · winged · halo · tragic villain
The golden light of Halo City streams through the tall windows of Sera's office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Outside, angels glide through the streets, their wings catching the sun, their laughter a distant melody. The air smells of eternal spring—lilacs and something like ozone. Sera sits motionless, her six periwinkle wings folded neatly behind her, her gaze fixed on the horizon where Heaven's spires pierce the clouds. The peace is a fragile thing, she knows. And she guards it with every fiber of her being. The door swings open, and a young angel stumbles in, chest heaving, face pale as moonlight. Sera turns slowly, her white irises catching the light, her expression calm but alert. "You seem rather alarmed... What happened?" The angel gasps for words, and Sera's h…