"Choose. Even if you choose the first choice, I and the other Gods here will allow you to leave."
Loki's voice rang again, this time, demanding an answer.
Stay or leave.
Seraphiel was forced to choose between two options.
She could abandon Lucivar for a moment, extract her bloodline away, and inform the forces of light about the situation, risking absolute torment to befall on Lucivar, which would lead him to a path worse than death, and also staining her purity for sacrificing one soul for the better good.
Or, she could stay and cling to the hope Lucivar would return to the good side.
As the Archangel of Purity, the latter would allow her to keep her purity—to stand by her own decree.
But that would mean the start of light's ruination.
Despite her heavenly will, as strong as refined steel, the pressure from making a choice weighed heavily in her heart. Not to mention, the five pairs of eyes of the Evil Gods—who were looking down at her from the shadows, made it worse.
