Serabriphlin

As the kingdom burned so to did its goddess and so too its singer of praise, Serabriphlin.

The holy court of Seraphrim, a blinding place filled with gold and light, monuments chiseled from solar rays standing on pillars of gold and faith. the highest of all holy beings live among these spheres.
The celestial beings whiten these spheres were never ment to be seen by mortals. the true forms of these immortal beings bend the mind of mere mortals, some text refer to them as being grotesque and cosmic in nature.

Most Asimar and other celestial creatures that are seen by mortals are merely a fraction of what true radiance is capable of.
Guardian angles, messengers of the court, angelic crusaders, these are the beings seen most by our unworthy mortal eyes.
coming from the outer sphere of the celestial court they are the first line of our faith and the most easily corrupted by mortal malice.

Asimar by definition are celestial beings who have fallen outside the court's grace. any celestial being can be called Asimar or Fallen Angel and as becoming one such being any form they may have taken is restricted and molded to become mortal as those who corrupted their faith.

But what of the inner spheres of the celestial court?
Celestials never meant to be seen by mortal eyes, Beings molded like constructs by the gods themselves, true angels sent to govern in silence. out of sight and out of mind. acting as radio towers for mortal praise. taking the praise and sending its divine power directly to the inner circle of the court known as Seraphrim.
This divine power is not fed to the gods like some mut drinking milk. it is sung by the most ancient and powerful, the most divine and pure beings aside from the gods themselves. the Angles of Seraphrim.
each god has its own, they sing the praise of all mortals for their one god. it is unknown just what these Singers of praise look like, never to be seen by anything other than the god that created it.

One such Angle simply called Serabriphlin. It sings the hymns of praise for the goddess of nature in a far off land. Her kingdom was burned by a maddening flame.
sickly yellow flames scorched the trees, Scorched the earth, Scorched the very sky.
Burring everything down not to ash, but a sickening sludge.

The flames burrned all without mercy or discrimination. the flames did not rage in an inferno but quietly crepped upon the land with nothing but soft crackling flames and horrible wails of the souls burrning within.
A plauge of flame, sickly golden.
it made its way accross the

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