𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ↬ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ

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𝕃𝕆𝔸𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾 ｡ ｡ ｡
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𝕋ℍ𝕀ℝ𝔻 ℙ𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕆ℕ'𝕊 ℙ.𝕆.𝕍.
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Whimpers and cries left the lips of a teenager who desperately backed away from the large figure that entered her office. Its dim orbs contracting in fear at the terrifying appearance the being in front of her possessed, dreading the outcome if she ever chose to speak to it.

She didn't know how to act in this situation. All she remembered was being in her dreamscape, happily spending time absorbed in her fantasies. It all came to a halt however when she was switched with the person she trusted most. The voice she considered as her older sister told her to hold hands with the ugly creature in front of her, but she didn't have any bravery to do so.

Oh she wanted to switch with her older sister, but holding hands with the creature in front of her proved to be more terrifying every time it took slow steps towards her. Once it was just inches away from her kneeling form, she closed her eyes as tight as she could, waiting for the individual to beat her. She believed that the voice in her head lied to her about being in a school in order to calm her down. No matter how many times the voice told her to take over, she didn't want to and forced that voice to take on the abuse for her.

The voice did as she wanted and because of her protection, she trusted the voice the most and left her to handle whatever was going on while she was indulging in her fantasies; living a happy life with her family. But how come she switched places with the voice in her head? As far as she knew, the voice didn't have the right to go against her wishes.

And due to this, she assumed that the creature towering over her was the cause of it all. She braced for the scaly claws to scar her, but instead, two hands reached out to cup her face. And she felt darkness consume her as she returned back in her dreamscape, a sigh of relief leaving her throat as the delusion of a happy family played out around her like usual.

The seraphim that was once in their dreamscape flinched at the warm hands that gently cupped her face, eyes glossing over as the sight of a handsome adult with long silver hair entered her vision.

"Nao?" his warm hands caressed her cheeks as she felt fresh tears escape her tear ducts in relief. The deep voice was familiar and she knew that the person in front of her was Majin-ō.