While Regina was slowly being surrounded by the Hollows, those cursed remnants of humanity, doomed to eternal suffering, the angel could no longer bear witness to her downfall.
Something else had seized her attention. Something far more urgent.
Behind her, the divine fluctuations had grown unstable, violent, even. The energy rolling off the Seraphim was no longer just radiant. It was pervasive, a divine storm that would leave a permanent mark wherever it transcended.
This, she realized, was more important than mourning her mistake.
Regina was already lost.
But the Seraphim… The Seraphim was her only chance at redemption.
If it could carry out its judgment… if it could annihilate the devil before its holy radiance fully took root in the mortal realm, then maybe, just maybe, the Father would forgive her. The summoning, the transgression, the desecration of both realms, perhaps even that could be wiped clean under the light of divine justice.
