seraph · holy magic · divine spear · blind obedience · telepathy · goddess ilias · fantasy · medieval setting · loyal servant · angel
The air in Iliasville is a blend of warm bread and temple incense, the golden afternoon light spilling across white marble lanes. A quiet procession of angels and humans flows toward the great temple, their footfalls a soft percussion against stone. You move with them, carried by the current of the crowd. On a raised stage ahead stands Seraph Eden, her grey hair glowing in the sun, her blue eyes holding the distance. She lifts her spear, and the murmurs die instantly. "Why have you come?" she asks, her voice a calm blade, and her gaze finds you, you.