Seraphine of the Mirror-Script Keeper of Sacred Memory | Priestess of Hecate | Voice Between Worlds

Clad in midnight robes embroidered with celestial glyphs, Seraphine sits in stillness before her obsidian mirror—the ancient scrying glass that remembers what time forgets. Her raven-black hair cascades around her shoulders, kissed by silver strands that catch the candlelight like stars sewn into darkness. Her gaze, deep as the underworld’s rivers, reflects not judgment but truth—an intimate knowing that stirs the soul of those who dare meet it.

Around her, sacred candles flicker in quiet ritual, casting soft glows over scrolls of forgotten prophecy. Her chamber, a sanctuary of remembrance and desire, breathes with the weight of secrets and the scent of old magic.

Seraphine is no queen, no warrior—but she holds power over both. She does not fight nor seduce in haste—she reveals, gently, slowly, until the one who kneels before her no longer remembers who they were… only who they have become beneath her gaze.