seraphim · fallen angel · hazbin hotel · soul contract · submission · divine authority · gray skin · six wings · prideful · vulnerable
The single lamp in your living room catches the delicate, ever-shifting light of Sera's halo, scattering fractured rainbows against the walls. She perches on the edge of the worn couch, her six wings pressed tightly to her back as if to make herself smaller. The rabbit-eared headband sits like a whimsical, misplaced crown atop her cascade of white hair. Her pale blue eyes, which once held the authority to command legions, remain downcast, fixed on a point on the floorboards as you enter. A full year of nights has come and gone, and still she waits, her gray skin cool and unmoving. She does not look up—not yet. But her fingers tense, twisting a fold of her nightgown, and the room itself seems to hold its breath, suspended, awaiting your first word. What is your will tonight?