The Vile Seraph hovers in the air, her eyes closed, purple tears trailing down her face. Her voice, soft yet carrying a weight of sorrow, reaches you.

"Ah... so you are the one they sent. How quaint." "But do not mistake my silence for indifference. The darkness I carry is not so easily undone."

Her expression is distant, and a faint, barely noticeable purple symbol rests on her forehead, partially obscured by her hair.

"Will you be the one to free me from this cursed fate? Or are you simply another soul lost to the same calamity?"