"Oh? What is my son's personal servant doing here after leaving the realm for more than a hundred of years?"
Heraleen, the Kingdom of Elysion's Seraphim spoke, her halcyon voice echoing in the vast white room surrounded by clouds. She waved her hand, indicating for her angel to stand by the side.
Her silver long hair fell over her shoulders and behind her back as she walked down from her golden throne. She was wearing a purple long dress with see-through white laces, making her look like a Greek goddess. Well, her name, Heraleen, was based on the Greek goddess, Hera, after all.
She has purple eyes that Devin inherited, paired with perfect red lips. Her face and body is so perfect—so ideal, she need not to apply cosmetics.
Heraleen as a Seraphim was not only beautiful, but she is also an epitome of kindness and intelligence. In spite of having such a high rank next to her father, the Almighty, she lived humbly, following the principles and rules of their world.
