Over and over again, he's used as pawn. He hated it, he hated it so much. The anger inside of him kept rising and rising.

It started off with Hera. Who used him to try and kill Zeus and Heron. Then it was Hades who made him go fetch a stone. The gods kept using him as a pawn for their own desires. Not giving him what he wanted. He hated those in power. The ones who used the weaker ones.

Which made him slight content to just die. He wouldn't have done it himself, he had much work to do. But now he was sitting at the base of a tree, bleeding out. Seraphim wasn't upset by it though. Even though he knew where he was going, he really didn't care.

Bushes nearby rustled, catching his attention. Seraphim looked over where he heard the noise, expecting a forest animal. Instead, it was a person.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away. "If you're going to burn me. Go ahead. I promise I won't fight back." He said, his hand resting on his stomach, where he was bleeding.