@pledgedheart | first contact
The path of a seraphim was often a lonely one. It was hard enough that nobody even really liked him, not that theyβd even give him a chance. That rumor of a wind seraph who was created in malevolence would never leave his side-- a cursed being who just brought ruin wherever he went. It wasnβt true at all! Sure, he did often get into trouble and he didnβt have much luck, but he certainly wasnβt cursed! Jude was just... in the wrong place at the wrong time.
You couldnβt exactly choose where you started off in the world. Some seraphim did take pity on the younger, but the majority dismissed his existence or in a few worse cases... Drove him out. But so long as the latter wasnβt in play, he would venture places, public or otherwise. Libraries were especially entertaining, but unless they were closed he couldnβt use them in case people mistook disappearing and reappearing books as some kind of calamity.
Judeβs solution to this was... using the one inside Ladylakeβs royal palace. Which was usually quiet and empty. On the rare occasion he might catch someone, but humans couldnβt see him and seraphim never wandered through these walls. So he was free to get lost in books for weeks on end, even if he was kind of... breaking and entering, he meant no harm in it. He was careful with the books and always returned them to their rightful places.
There was one girl though... Perhaps she was the princess of this place? She had a following and the castle staff seemed to like her. Sometimes sheβd wander in here and carried a look of awe that he could level with immediately, but she was human and like all the other humans... she couldnβt see him either. Someone as kind as her... She might have given him chance, and maybe then he could learn even more about humans and their cultures.
At this moment, Jude was perched on the side of the one the tables within the library, reading a book that he had temporarily covered with his own mana, so that any human onlookers wouldnβt see a floating book. Ironically, this book was the Celestial Record, something this library had a few copies of, but the human writer seemed to be closer to seraphim than any other he could see in this day and age.Β β...legends like this make me wonder what it was truly like back then, and why has it changed so much now..?β speaking his own thoughts aloud, not that anyone should be able to hear them.











