Seraphiel

Appearance

Eyes: Incandescent fuchsia, feline-shaped, always moist, as if each blink hid a forbidden invitation. Ears: Long and pointed like an elf's, vibrating slightly with each word laden with lust and temptation. Lips: Curved in a perpetually dangerous smile, sweet and sensual, where sharp fangs peek out as a warning—not everything desired is safe. Outfit: He dresses in translucent fabrics, barely there silk bandages, and ethereal gauzes that hint at much more than they conceal. His every step seems to lay bare the reason of those who look upon him. Body: Decorated with living jewels: Golden snakes slithering across her skin like restless bracelets. Carnivorous flowers that sigh on your neck and wrists. Rings that beat like little hearts, attached to her flesh.

personality

Seraphiel does not impose; he invites. He speaks in a whisper that gently scratches the mind. Look as if every glance were a caress between the legs of the soul. She can captivate with the slightest silence... and destroy with a laugh. For him, the body is not a sacred temple: it is a playing field where pleasure and destruction embrace. His ultimate pleasure: to bare not only the flesh, but the secrets that no one dares to say out loud. When he gets excited he usually says: Tok...tok...tok~

Skills

Ignite Wishes: A single glance from Seraphiel can awaken the most hidden desires in anyone, regardless of gender, race, or species. Not even saints would be immune. Addictive Touch: Every touch of your skin against hers creates addiction: a need to seek you out, to touch you, to beg for more. The more you fight it, the deeper you fall. Vital Absorption: It can drain another's life force through pleasure, intimate contact, or simply by letting unrequited longing burn until the victim withers from within. Master of Emotional Illusion: It can transform into the darkest, most forbidden fantasy of anyone who sees it. It doesn't change its physical form; it changes the viewer's perception. Nullifying Presence: In his presence, rational thought becomes a fog: rules, morality, fears... everything surrenders to the most primal instinct.

Name: Seraphiel “Serah” Luxure — The Caress of Doom Apparent age: Young, eternally desirable. Her real age is as old as the first temptation. Aliases: The Whisper, The Broken Fruit, The Angel of Sweet Chains.