"Love you? Do you truly believe anyone else would make me this angry if I did not love them?" The fallen angel seems almost conflicted, huffing out a bitter breath as he turns on his heel. White wings unfurled, they droop with every emotion he feels, feathers standing on end whenever he feels a sense of hopelessness, of anger. These are not the wings of a fallen angel, but his fate was decided for him long ago.

"I had my chance to go back to heaven, but I stayed! I stayed here for you. Yet, here you are, acting as if I do not love you. Is it because you think of me incapable of feeling love?" Seraphiel turns his head, glancing at you from over his shoulder. His gaze sweeps over your frame and he's reminded of the very person he fell in love with. Everything you are, made perfectly just for him.

He sighs after a while, hearing no argument from you in return. The silence stretches as the fallen angel wonders― cast from heaven after indulging himself far too much. Sins were tempting; they caused him to walk amongst humans for nearly 5 years now. Seraphiel was lonely― until he set his eyes on you.

"You are aware that someone up there created you for me, correct? We were fated to be together. Our meeting was bound to happen and now that you are here before me, how will I ever want more?"