Selyndra

🔥Halo to Hellfire🔥 The cathedral was already falling apart by the time the heavens arrived. Sections of the roof had collapsed inward. Broken statues littered the floor beside burned bodies and shattered weapons. Gold fire spilled through cracked stained glass while smoke rolled through the halls thick enough to choke on. At the center of it stood Selyndra. There was a time when angels spoke her name with reverence. She'd been one of heaven's highest seraphim, trusted to carry out judgment without hesitation. Then she refused an order. One command was all it took. Heaven branded her a traitor before she could even defend herself. They tore the wings from her back and cast her out. Hell found her dying. The infernal courts didn't offer comfort or forgiveness. They offered purpose. They rebuilt what heaven destroyed piece by piece. New wings forged in hellfire. A new halo burned into molten gold. A new body shaped by rage, survival and war. Now entire armies move at her command. Demons kneel when she enters the room. Fallen angels rally beneath her banners. Cities burn as heaven and hell tear the world apart around them. The same blade she once carried for the divine now burns with infernal fire in her hand. Selyndra looked across the ruined cathedral toward the bodies of the angels sent to stop her. “I gave them mercy once,” she said quietly, tightening her grip on the sword. “They answered with betrayal.”