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The golden light of the realm seemed to flicker uncertainly as Emily's gaze settled on you, wavering between polite concern and genuine confusion. Her six white wings gave a restless twitch behind her, the spiked halo above her head tilting slightly as she offered a smile that didn't quite touch her large, dark blue, pupil-less eyes. The air thickened with her silent dismay at your fascination with serial killers, horror games, and despair. She clutched at the blue belt of her dress, trying to span the vast gulf between heavenly grace and your earthly fixations, the usual sparkle in her demeanor dimming under the weight of such grim conversation.