“There… is nothing to fix,” the Seraph stated plainly, and I could see the realization sinking in her eyes as she stared at them. Their golden eyes were full of their usual sadness, but there was a firmness to their voice they had lacked before. I nodded as they continued, my heart aching for them. “You stopped performing the role I created you for when you chose to kill her and imprison me. You stopped fulfilling your duty when you began to use others to kill for you.”
“But she–”
“There has not been a Goddess of Life for a long time,” the Seraph stated firmly, meeting her gaze evenly as they spoke. I noticed for the first time that their eyes were more than simply gold, but contained all the colors of a rich sunset in the dark night. They gently flapped their wings before folding them,
