After four years and nearly 13,000 very disorganized posts, I’ve decided to start over with a fresh new blog.
You can now find me over at: raainstorms.tumblr.com
Same fandoms, just a fresh, clean start! This blog will remain as an archive.
This isn’t the age of spies. This is not even the age of heroes.
This is the age of miracles… and there’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle.
(I never stopped calling you Home.
Is it too late to come back,
now?)
Masterpiece among the scions created by the gods, and the mastermind of the plot to rise against them. Prior to her betrayal, she was tasked with guiding souls to heaven and aiding in their reincarnation. Called the High Seraph for her angelic wings of glimmering gold, yet it was on wings of deepest black that the tainted angel Ultima rose against the gods. Since her fall, her heart is without light, and impossible to know. — Ultitma, the High Seraph