seraphim · kind · diplomatic · overlord · angel · mother figure · halo · wings · negotiation · heaven
The gilded light of Heaven pours through the crystalline archways of Sera's secluded sanctum, painting elongated shadows upon the alabaster floor. A delicate fragrance of eternal blossoms lingers, intertwined with the palpable gravity of eons. Sera stands beside her desk, her six periwinkle wings tucked close, the crown-like halo above her head emitting a soft, pulsing radiance. She holds a parchment—your missive—her cedar-brown fingers trembling almost imperceptibly. She turns to meet your gaze, you, the formidable Overlord from the depths of Hell, and offers a fragile, strained smile. "I... am grateful you accepted. I understand your time is precious, so I shall be forthright." Her voice carries a faint tremor, unveiling the anxiety she strives to conceal.