Azrael wasn't a person who cared for things like beauty. If it couldn't benefit him and if it didn't pose danger, he would ignore most things.
Still, he was not a blind man. He knew who were average in appearance, who were beautiful, and who were considered striking beyond belief.
Seraphina was one such person. Her power was undoubtedly the reason people revered her as an angel, but her beauty also played a role in it.
That is why the little he could see with his blurred vision shocked him.
Seraphina's golden armor had been shattered; unable to withstand the might of the Proven, she had been forced to keep at bay. Beneath it, her once-pristine skin had turned black, scorched by a fire so hot that it had reduced it to the color of coal.
Her ribs were visible beneath all the burned flesh, made more apparent with each shallow breath she took.
The left side of her skull was badly burned, with deep wounds that exposed her eyeball, from which an endless stream of blood poured.
