Seraphim's Grace

Edwards descent

As the age of man developed within the 16th century, they slowly began to believe less and less in their god. No family believed this more than the Edward family. They believed that everything man had accomplished had been because of themselves, not god. The Edwards enjoyed their lavish lifestyle, as parties and events had been held within their grand hall. At one such party the head of the family, Albert Edward preached for all to hear. "Man provided this food. Man provided this home. Man provided what we have! God holds no part in what man has accomplished!"

All attendees then uproared with applause and cheer, as those words spoke true to them. As the party carried on, Albert, along with his two sons, Joseph and Don Edward, went around and entertained their guests. The older son Joseph went and swooned the ladies with his eloquent speech and mannerism, hoping to one day find a woman who was as glorious as he was—in both looks and money. The younger son Don, was the smarter and quieter son. He didn't enjoy the loud, extravagant parties at home like his father and brother. He preferred to be cooped up in his study with someone who enjoyed the simpler things in life, and stuck to the sidelines of the party.

        Once the party had reached its peak, Albert called for everyone's attention and gave his thanks for all that attended. He began a speech about how his ancestor David Edward had built the very estate they gathered in with his own hands, along with how proud of his sons he was, for they had grown up to be very fine men who would one day become heads of the estate as he did. He then brought out more food and drink for the guests to indulge themselves. As the guests enjoyed themselves even more, Albert appeared next to his sons and thanked them for helping him throw another excellent party. The two sons wouldn't take the thanks, but instead congratulated their father for continuing the festivities despite his wife passing years ago. She and Albert had been known throughout the town for throwing amazing balls and dances for all to enjoy, but once she passed from a plague some years ago, everyone believed that Albert would shut his family away and never welcome anyone in again.

        Although the town had stopped believing in god, god would aspire to prove the town wrong and show he is real and it was he who provided for them. So from the heavens he sent his most trustworthy angel, Seraphim to convince the people of his existence. Although Seraphim had a grotesque appearance, it still believed it could convince the people that god existed, it especially wanted to prove the Edward family wrong. For if it could convert them, then surely it could convert the rest of the town as well. So it went to do just that: to attempt to show the people that god did in fact exist, and once it came down from the heavens, it began to make its way to the Edward Estate.

        As the party began to slowly come to a close, a sudden knocking echoed throughout the main hall. Albert reassured the guests that nothing was wrong and went to check the door. Once he opened the door, a beast with 6 wings jutting out from all over its body, with eyes all over, looking and observing in every direction, waited silently. Albert could only stare in horror as all of its eyes directed towards him. Albert slowly backed away, hoping to distance himself from the horrid creature that stood in front of him and the guests.
        The creature began to move inside the building, and Albert's face paled as he took into account that the creature had no legs on which to move—it merely floated a few inches above the ground, its shadow the only thing tethering it to the earth. He nor anyone else had ever seen anything like it, perhaps only in their dreams, or nightmares.

        Albert took a shaky step forward, barely able to hold himself upright, and yelled in a moment of brief confidence, "Who are you to enter this estate? And—what are you?" Guests exploded in nervous whispers, each tossing in their own hushed theory—a monstrosity created by malicious witches? Some despicable creation of alchemists? Perhaps a devious hellspawn?

        The murmuring faded as the creature silently watched, although none could be sure if it was really seeing them. Were the eyes that marred its hideous body only for show? Or could it really take into account the grand hall in which they stood? It floated there for many heartbeats until an eerie sound filled the room, like nails on a chalkboard, causing everyone to grow cold within moments.