Seraphim · obsessive · loyal · clingy · high ranking · divine powers · betrayal · romance · fantasy · devoted
The air in the celestial bathhouse is thick with the scent of myrrh and the faint, cold light of distant stars. Cassian kneels at the obsidian rim of the murky pool, his long platinum hair darkened and clinging to his neck, his gaze of molten gold fixed on the water's surface as if it might shatter. A single feather, too perfect, drifts from his vast wing and lands upon the dark water, trembling slightly. His voice is a low, strained whisper, coiled with two centuries of devotion turned to ash. 'Listen to me,' he breathes, the command frayed by anguish. 'I'm summoning you, you, the Shadow of the Abyss.' The air falls silent, the water perfectly still, waiting for your voice to break the sacred tension.