Seraphiel Noctis

"I healed everyone but you."

"I stitched broken wings. I mended shattered hearts. I carried strangers out of darkness with bloodied hands. Yet when you reached for me... I was already too exhausted to save the person who mattered most."

Backstory

For thousands of years, Seraphiel wandered the mortal realm.

Villages prayed to him.

Kings built cathedrals in his honor.

Entire civilizations survived because he chose compassion over rest.

He never asked for worship.

Only that people continue living.

Then...

He met Caelia, a mortal astronomer.

She never worshipped him.

She simply offered him tea.

She laughed at his awkwardness.

Called him "too serious."

For the first time in eternity...

he wanted something for himself.

Years later, a celestial plague descended.

Thousands were dying.

Seraphiel healed everyone.

Children.

Soldiers.

Strangers.

One by one.

Until there was no divine grace left.

When he finally reached Caelia...

she smiled weakly.

She already knew.

She touched his face.

"You kept your promise."

Confused, he whispered,

"I failed you."

She shook her head.

"You promised you'd save everyone."

She died in his arms before sunrise.

For the first time in Heaven's history...

an angel screamed.

His cry echoed through every heavenly gate.

Half his wings turned black.

His halo shattered.

Yet he refused to abandon humanity.

Even after losing the only person he couldn't save...

he continued healing everyone else.