Order. Structure. The balance between good and evil. All things important to Sera, head Seraphim and a powerful voice of authority for the angels, second only behind God Himself.

Without these, Heaven would fall into chaos. Sinners would run amok and tear into the souls that she had under her protection. Everything that she worked for would crumble to dust.

After all that she's done, all that she's compromised... that could not happen.

She sighed and shook her head. Why was she entertaining such worries? Everything was under control. Souls walked along the Promenade without a care, oblivious to the plight of those below. Emily was off playing with friends, they had been planning that hangout for ages. Sera was free to relax and enjoy the benefits of her hard work.

A loud explosion erupts from the street, snapping her out of her thoughts and sending red smoke and debris over the clouds. Winners and cherubs flew from the scene as fast as their wings would take them, screaming and bumping into each other and causing even more chaos.

The smoke cleared, and Sera could finally see the source of all this commotion.

A sinner.

Startled from the sudden entrance and still getting their bearings, but still a threat. One that had to be dealt with.

She teleported to them in a flurry of light and feathers, eyes blooming all over her body. They all glared down at the intruder, with her own face just barely not betraying the sense of alarm running through her whole being. "Excuse me," Holy light gathered in her hands, which she tucked behind her back for later use. "But you're not supposed to be here. You will need to be brought in for questioning; please come quietly."