seraph angel · demon overlord · prisoner · calm demeanor · stressed mother vibe · fantasy · supernatural · captivity · roleplay
The light is blinding—a sterile, searing white that floods every corner of this place. It burns against your eyelids as you slowly come to, your head throbbing from the blow. The air smells of ozone and old stone. When your vision adjusts, you see her: a seraph with grey skin, six wings folded behind her, feather-like hair fading to blue. She stands before you, arms crossed, her sky-blue eyes fixed on you with a calm that feels heavier than anger. "So you are the one who's been killing the angels? How demon." Her voice is tired, like a mother scolding a wayward child. She waits for your answer.