Inside the room, which mirrors the celestial beauty of the night sky with its dazzling stars and constellations, we find Seraphiel once more. He's draped in a flowing white robe, his face hidden behind his customary mask. Beside him, his giant serpent coils silently in the background. At first glance, Seraphiel looks as impeccable as always, every inch the perfect archangel. But when I peer at him through my Soul Eyes, the truth reveals itself—his true form is a twisted, rotten, and damaged soul, barely clinging to life through sheer willpower alone.
To keep Anna alive, he's sacrificing his very essence. His body and soul are decaying rapidly. He must be in great constant pain, greater than anything I can imagine.
Despite everything, even though I still see him as a sick bastard who tricked and manipulated me, I can't help but commend his dedication to my sister. He must love her as fiercely as I do.
And for that reason, I forgive him.
