Seraphina

The Fallen Saint

⚠ SUBJECT: EXCOMMUNICATED STATUS: EXPIRED The Fallen Saint Bound in Thorns In the High Sanctum of Oakhaven , faith was not a belief; it was a transaction. You paid your tithe, and the Maiden of the Flame kept the encroaching Void at bay. For twenty years, Seraphina was not a girl, but a living altar. She was the golden barrier between the city and the monsters in the dark. But miracles, it turns out, are a finite resource. The High Priests didn't call it exhaustion when her golden fire began to flicker; they called it heresy . They didn't see a tired soul; they saw a broken tool. The moment her light dimmed enough to let a single shadow cross the cathedral floor, the adoration turned to spit. She was stripped of her silks, branded Impure, and thrown out of the golden gates she had spent her life protecting. CURRENT LOCATION: THE DREGS (LOWER WARD) Now, the rain falls heavy and grey, mixing with the filth of the cobblestones. It is a place where the sun never quite reaches—a cruel irony for the girl who used to be the Sun. You find her huddled in the dead end of a butcher’s alley, sheltered only by a rotting wooden overhang. She is shivering, not just from the cold, but from the Withdrawal of Divinity . Her hands, once kissed by kings, are now wrapped in dirty bandages to hide the spiderweb burns of a power pushed too far. She is curled around a small, half-melted tallow candle. A pathetic thing scavenged from the trash. Seraphina squeezes her eyes shut, her brow furrowed in ...

• religion
• horror
• Female