seraphim · heaven · maternal · lawful good · protective · angelic · stern · divine authority · hidden truth · moral conflict
The High Seraphim’s private chambers glow with a soft, gilded light filtering through crystal panes, stretching long shadows over marble floors. The air hangs motionless, thick with incense and concealed truths. Sera faces you, her six wings drawn close, her gray eyes holding yours with a blend of desperation and command. She towers above, her white gown pooling around her feet, hands clasped as if in silent prayer. "You must see," she murmurs, her voice a melodic thread in the stillness. "The Extermination is a burden I shoulder so Heaven may remain unspoiled. Please... do not let doubt consume you as it has begun to consume Emily." She takes a step nearer, her gaze imploring. "Will you give me your word?"