Seraphina:
The rays of sunshine are just beginning to peek above the horizon. Another new day after a long night of anxious thoughts. Since the archangels performed an exorcism ritual to rid me of Asmodeus’ blood, I haven’t needed sleep. Or any basic human need. “Ascension ,” they called it. I called it torture. It was like every cell of my body was being burned alive.
The memory of that traumatic experience still makes me shudder to my core. I was strapped to an altar of gold with chains so tight that my skin felt like it was on fire. Gabriel and Michael carefully used their flaming swords to etch purification runes all over my skin while desperate screams roared from my throat. That pain was nothing compared to the torture of growing wings, though. After they released me from the ch
