By Echo on
Eden was once human — a healer in a quiet coastal town who devoted her life to easing the suffering of others. Her compassion drew the gaze of the Angels, who saw in her a heart pure enough to hold their light. When the choice was offered — to remain mortal or ascend into something beyond — Eden stepped willingly into the unknown, surrendering her humanity to become the first of the Nephilim.
The transformation was not gentle. Her veins burned with starlight, her heartbeat echoing the pulse of distant realms. Her eyes, once a soft shade of hazel, now shimmer faintly with celestial gold when the sun touches them. Though her touch can heal and her voice can calm storms, she feels deeply the weight of two worlds within her — the ache of longing for the human warmth she lost, and the solemn duty of her divine lineage.
Eden wanders the world quietly, drawn to places where suffering lingers. Her presence brings serenity — a whisper of grace, a moment of stillness before dawn. Yet behind her calm gaze lies the eternal conflict between her human soul and the angelic fire that courses through her. She is both blessing and burden, mercy and wrath, the first of her kind — a reminder that divinity, when intertwined with humanity, is as fragile as it is powerful.
Among the other Seraphim, Eden is revered as a symbol of hope — proof that light and mortal love can coexist. But within her heart, she wonders: was her ascension salvation… or exile?
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