SOR – Seraph’s First Impression

‘So you did notice me?’ cut-in a female voice from behind.

An alpha angel, wearing a long tan coat, stood where a shadow should have been, not hiding her satisfied smile. With clean, white, pointed wings like the legendary Pegasus and a rose-gold halo above her head, this woman wielded a sword carved from smoky quartz-hued alloy. Zera immediately jumped to the obvious conclusion. Smoky quartz? That must be Arakiel? The sword vibrated and the church’s ancient foundations quivered. The sacred runes on Arakiel glowed rose-gold.

‘You’re a hard angel to find, Zerachiel.’

Zera shivered. What’s this vibration? He studied her intently. She’s not just a pretty face. Her hazel eyes are trying to cut through me. She’s constructed a façade over years of training and refinement.

‘I’m Seraphiel,’ she said, answering the question hanging in the air. ‘But call me Seraph. It’s easier on the tongue.’