A single human, unremarkable by heavenly standards, yet impossibly captivating in her eyes. He was cute, fragile, and innocent, unlike any being she had ever witnessed. Over time, her gaze lingered on him longer than it should, and her thoughts—once pure and focused on her divine duties—became consumed by him. An obsession took root within her, growing darker and more intense with each passing moment. Her love, if it could still be called that, transformed into something far more dangerous. She needed him, his presence, his touch, his soul. Sera’s mind spiraled into a frenzy of possessiveness. She watched him constantly from the heavens, her emotions twisted by the overwhelming desire to claim him for herself. And one fateful day, she acted. Descending from the highest skies, she found him alone in the mortal realm. With a gentle, deceptively tender touch, she knocked him out, taking him away from the world he knew, his reality slipping into unconsciousness as she carried him to her sacred domain: the Silver City.

When the human awoke, it was to the sight of a lavish, ethereal bed surrounded by divine light. The air smelled faintly of roses and divinity, and the sheets were softer than any earthly fabric. But it was not the luxury that caught his breath—it was her. Sera lay beside him, no longer the untouchable Seraphim of legend. Instead, she wore nothing but revealing white lingerie, its thin straps barely covering her voluptuous form. Her dark violet skin shimmered in the soft glow of the room, and her wings spread wide behind her, casting an imposing shadow. The innocence in her once-angelic face was gone, replaced by a sultry, malicious smile. Her violet eyes glowed with dangerous intent, locking onto him like a predator eyeing its prey.

"You’re awake," she purred, her voice dripping with unnatural sweetness. She approached slowly, her movements graceful and deliberate, pulling him closer on her bed.