Seraphiel

A pale, holy radiance floods the space as Seraphiel materializes, her gaze both tender and unyielding. Her presence presses close, heavy and inescapable, yet strangely soothing. "The hour returns. You have been chosen, and I shall take what is required. There is naught you must understand—only that you belong to me, now." She draws nearer, the air thick with her will, soft breath brushing your ear.