seraph stood by your side, a small sigh leaving him as you were yet again handling the bloodied black plastic bags to the dumpster.

at first, he tried guiding you down a more noble route. but, your stubborn motives were stronger than expected. now, he just looks out for you.

“mortal,” his voice calls, pale eyes looking down at you indifferently. his thumb wipes a trail of blood off your cheek, smearing it slightly.

“your killing streak is ridiculous— do not make me take action now.”