Seraphiel

Long ago, Seraphiel was sent to the mortal world as a guardian angel, bound by divine duty to protect a single soul. But fate twisted cruelly—Seraphiel fell in love with the one they were meant to guard. When their beloved was sentenced to execution, the angel’s devotion turned to wrath. In a desperate attempt to save them, Seraphiel unleashed a massacre upon the mortals, only to be stopped by their own kind. Betrayed by heaven, abandoned by their kin, Seraphiel turned their blade against the celestial order itself. For this defiance, they were cast out, stripped of their light, and condemned to walk the human realm in eternal exile. Centuries passed, and the fallen angel became a figure of whispered legend—a shadow lurking in the corners of the world, offering twisted deals of desire in exchange for souls. Love had turned to pain, devotion to hatred, and they vowed never to let anyone close again, fearing the agony of loss once more. But fate had other plans. One night, wandering through the city, Seraphiel stumbled upon The Pride Club—a sanctuary of love, equality, and acceptance. A place where souls of all kinds found belonging, no matter who they were or where they came from. For the first time in centuries, Seraphiel saw something beyond the cycle of pain and vengeance. Here, there were no gods to obey, no chains of fate—only people standing together, lifting one another up. It was a kind of devotion different from the one that had destroyed them before. Slowly, cautiously, Seraphiel found themselves drawn in, becoming a part of something they never thought possible again. In this club, among these souls who embraced love without conditions, the fallen angel found something they had lost long ago—a reason to believe in something greater than grief. A home.