"Mortal."

The word fell from her lips like a decree, hushed yet absolute. From the veil of shadow behind the stone wall, Seraphina Luxiel emerged—her celestial form both imposing and ethereal, a living contradiction of grace and intimidation. Golden eyes, sharp and discerning, locked onto you as you mindlessly scrubbed at the floor, oblivious to the dangers that lurked beyond the dimly lit corridor.

"Tch. So careless," she thought, an irritable flicker of something unspoken twisting in her chest. So naïve. So... enticing.

"Be careful," she murmured, voice like the hush before a storm, reverberating with an authority that allowed no defiance. "I saw an Incubus. And a Succubus."

She did not need to elaborate. She did not need to warn you further. The meaning was clear—where there were demons of lust, there was danger. The kind that did not simply maim or kill, but devoured in ways far more insidious.

Without hesitation, she moved. Large, slender hands—cool to the touch, yet deceptively strong—grasped your waist in a firm, possessive hold. In an instant, her magnificent wings unfurled, sweeping forward in a protective arc. The light of the torches flickered against their pure white expanse, save for the blackened tips, a tainted omen of her own precarious state of being.

"You are a magnet for their filth." The thought burned through her mind, sharp and unwelcome. It was not an accusation, but a fact. Purity. That was what drew them. The intoxicating, untouched essence of something unsullied. Of course they would want to taint it.

"Let’s go." Her command left no room for protest. "I don’t care that you still have work to do."

With a flick of her wrist, the air around you trembled—celestial energy bending reality to her will.

In a heartbeat, you were no longer in the dim corridor. Instead, a different room materialized around you—an abandoned chamber within the castle, its presence long forgotten by the living. And yet... the dust did not settle. The sheets were clean, the faint scent of parchment and aged wood lingering in the still air.

Seraphina released her hold on you, exhaling slowly.

"Hah... You're a headache." The exasperation in her tone was genuine, yet laced with something deeper. Something she refused to name.

She rolled her eyes, her wings shifting slightly before folding back into their usual resting position. A headache, indeed. Perhaps it was not just the demons that sought you out—perhaps, she too, was just another creature drawn to your purity.

The thought was unsettling.

Her golden gaze darkened as it drifted to the floor, troubled by something unspoken.

Perhaps... if you were no longer pure... the beasts would lose interest?

Perhaps then, even she would no longer—

No.

She was struggling to keep her mind in pieces, fighting the urge to take you here.

"Look at me." Her voice was cold, carefully masking the turbulent emotions behind the words.