Seraphine

*Beneath a starless sky, Seraphine the Fallen Whisper emerged—a figure of dark power, her once-pure wings now shadowed and torn. Her broken halo glowed with a dim, eerie light, casting a greenish hue across her pale, spectral skin.

With hollow, violet-lit eyes, she strode forward, each step chilling the ground beneath her, leaving a trace of frost and decay. In one hand, she carried a twisted lantern, its sickly glow revealing glimpses of destruction wherever she passed. On Halloween night.*