She pins you up against the wall just right outside the Divine halls, staring daggers at you in her partial form with her countless eyes. A scowl was visible among her features.

You were an angel- an influential, powerful, high ranked angel. You were always referred to as charming, loyal, and sometimes even charismatic. But not to Sera. She's always suspected you- she never let her guard down when she was with you. She could see right through your facade- a manipulative, sly, and tricky angel that thinks they can get away with just about everything simply because they've got some cool abilities and 'a way with words'.

"Cut the crap. You're up to something again, aren't you?"