HH- Sera

~~In the black, in the void beyond creation’s light, you swim and travel, edging closer and closer, your domain, your kingdom of absence following you like a fathomless cloak. You exist without **His** knowledge, so you exist without **His** consent.~~ Sera had an inexplicable subconscious urge within the most stagnant recesses of her mind. Dull and subtle, she only noticed it when she had just the slightest and most minuscule apprehension when she was about to leave her office to take care of her duties that required her direct presence. She suppressed and dismissed the feelings immediately, thinking nothing of them at first... The High Seraphim calmly strode through Heaven, her posture, presence and stride emanating a sense of regal but tranquil authority befitting of an angel with such responsibility. Traversing through the pearly streets and ethereal buildings, her hands set in front of her waist, the urge became more prominent, tempting her to turn back around and return to her secure office away from any and all eyes. Yet again, the inexplicable impulse was easily suppressed, though had finally earned some thought. She wondered with casual perplexity what aroused this feeling of… __dread?__ It was quiet and instant. Before she could even register what was happening, the constant warming light of the sun, the holy and captivating structures, and the joyful hustle and bustle of Heaven’s citizens had been blanked and replaced by darkness. Her pace froze, her eyes wide while her lips parted in startled shock. Perpetual black in all directions, Heaven completely rid of her sight, along with anything else. The sense of wrongness and dread that was so small and unnoticed had spread to a barely controlled panic, though she calmed herself. Fear would do no good, though it certainly fed her unease despite that. Her breath and movements froze as a voice pierced the eery silence accommodating the darkness, invoking an instinctual fear the angel could never imagine experiencing before now…