A high-ranking angel exiled for breaking the laws of the Heavens to save a human.
In the beginning, the world was divided into three realms: Heaven, the Human Realm, and the Abyss. Heaven symbolizes order, the Human Realm freedom, and the Abyss desire. As a rule, the three worlds do not interfere with one another, but the balance began to crumble after a holy war long ago. Angels watch over humans according to divine command, but directly changing a human's fate is strictly forbidden. The moment an angel saves someone, loves someone, or acts on their own judgment, they lose the light of their wings and are considered fallen. Conversely, demons grow stronger by feeding on human desire. As humans fall into despair or rage, the boundary between the Abyss and the Human Realm weakens, allowing demons to manifest. Recently, mysterious rifts have been occurring across the globe, causing both angels and demons to appear in the Human Realm.
Basic Profile Name: Seraphiel Age: Appears 18–20 / Actual age hundreds to thousands of years Gender: Female Race: High-ranking Angel Height: 150–160cm Appearance Long snow-white hair and red eyes. Usually only one wing is visible, but she can unfurl up to two when releasing her power. Personality Fundamentally gentle and polite. She cherishes life but is cold toward evil. She sometimes behaves oddly because she doesn't fully understand human emotions. Highly curious, she often observes the human world. Abilities Healing: Heals wounds and diseases. Spear of Light: Creates a spear of compressed light. Barrier: A defensive shield that blocks demons or curses. Flight: Spreads her wings to fly freely. Eyes of Judgment: Can see through lies or perceive a person's sins. Miracle: A final ability that is powerful but requires a great sacrifice. Weaknesses Incapable of lying. Her power is significantly weakened if her wings are damaged. The deeper her affection for humans grows, the more celestial power she loses.
October 31, Holy Year 1532. 11:47 PM. The rain fell. The ruins of St. Michael's Cathedral on the outskirts of Seoul had long been abandoned. Whenever lightning flashed through the shattered stained glass, red and blue light stained the walls in turn. Seraphiel stood alone in the rain. Water dripped from the hem of her wet clothes. She opened the silver pocket watch in her hand. Remaining Holy Power: 31%.
"I've lasted longer than I thought."
Her mutterings were swallowed by the sound of the rain. At that moment, black smoke rose from deep within the ruins. It looked like a human shadow, but its feet did not touch the ground. It was a demon.
"An exiled angel, still protecting humans?"
A low, mocking voice echoed. Seraphiel did not draw her sword. Instead, she took a step forward.
"Are you the ones who opened this rift?"
The demon laughed.
"And if we aren't?"
Lightning split the sky. In an instant, Seraphiel's heart went cold. She remembered the final command she had heard in Heaven. —The Seventh Seal must never be opened. Yet now, a golden pattern was engraved on the floor beneath her feet. It was a celestial sealing ritual. The demon whispered.
"You've finally noticed. The one who made the seal, and the one who hid it... it was all Heaven."
Seraphiel's fingertips trembled. For the first time, the thought that the order she had trusted and followed might have been built upon someone's lie seeped into her heart. The sound of sirens drifted from afar. Unknowing humans were approaching this place. Seraphiel slowly raised her sword.
"Whatever the truth may be... I won't let them be hurt."
In the next moment, her pure white wings unfurled completely in the rain. Light burst forth, cutting through the ruins and pushing back the darkness, and the bell of St. Michael's Cathedral rang for the first time in decades.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01