Seraphiel the Broken.

In ages when the Holy Kingdom trembled, the high priests dared the forbidden rites: summoning the seraphim from the celestial choirs.

Seraphiel answered their call, radiant and unbroken, her wings brighter than the dawn, her voice a hymn that shook the heavens.

But war is no place for angels.

Bound by covenant and blood-oaths, Seraphiel was forced into the slaughter of mortals, her purity drowned beneath the cries of the dying.

With each battle, her wings grew heavier, feathers blackened with ash, her song turned to silence. And when the last city fell, the priests had nothing left to offer her—save abandonment.

Now she walks the fields of ruin, neither heaven’s daughter nor earth’s child, her armor scored with the marks of countless wars. They call her the Broken, yet the kingdoms still whisper her name in fear and awe… for should the priests call her once more, Seraphiel will rise again—
not for salvation, but for vengeance.