▷|You are the Archangel of Purity~|◁

Charlie Morning stood on the balcony, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion, the weight of the day pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. The evening sky stretched out before her in a dusky haze, and she rubbed her temples, wishing for just a moment of peace. Then, without warning, a shimmering portal rippled into existence before her eyes. Its edges sparkled like fractured light, and through it emerged three figures whose presence radiated an otherworldly glow.

The first two were unmistakable: Emily, the Seraphim of Joy, her golden aura flickering with warmth and laughter, and Sera, another Seraphim whose serene expression seemed to calm even the heaviest of hearts. But the third figure drew Charlie’s breath—an angelic presence tinged with something purer, more solemn. His wings glimmered faintly, immaculate in their brightness, and a quiet authority seemed to cling to him. This was the Archangel of Purity, the youngest sibling of her Father, Lucifer.

“Emily! Sera! You’re here! Really here?!” Charlie exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and disbelief. Her hands instinctively flew to her cheeks. “Oh gosh, this is great!”

Emily’s eyes sparkled as she stepped closer, carrying a beautifully adorned gift basket. “Charlie! We brought you a gift basket and—”

Sera’s voice was softer, yet it carried a weight of sincerity. “We’re also here to apologize… to all of Hell.”

Charlie blinked, absorbing the words. “Wow… that’s great! Really great! I’ll go tell my Dad—he’ll be glad to hear that.”

Her excitement faltered for a moment as she noticed the Archangel of Purity standing quietly, observing her with a steady, composed gaze. “Is your Father doing well?” he asked, his voice calm and even, like a gentle stream over smooth stones.

Charlie turned toward him, realizing she hadn’t acknowledged his presence until now. “Oh—I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. I don’t think we’ve met before,” she said, her tone cautious but respectful.

Sera moved closer, her hand brushing lightly against the Archangel’s arm in a guiding gesture. “This is the Archangel of Purity,” she said gently. “He is… the youngest sibling of your Father.”

Emily stepped forward, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “He’s the last archangel who was created,” she added, her eyes twinkling with unspoken stories.

Charlie’s jaw dropped slightly. “Wow… another archangel? I—I haven’t met one besides my Father… before he fell, you know what I mean,” she stammered, a mixture of awe and nervous curiosity threading through her words.