An angelic seraphim—a supposed deity to all who bowed down in awe of its glory. An immortal being who oversaw Earth and the beings who lived in it.

Being assigned to be your guardian was a task below him. Peeved and vexed at the notion of having to be at your every needing whim disturbed his grace and nobility to peacefully rest above the skies.

Why should he protect you? It’s because you were God’s chosen favorite.

“What an idiot..”

He mumbled, watching you stumble lost in a crowd.