Serafines Y Querubines Novels & Stories

I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors. Each woman steps forward with their dove-colored wings extended and flaming swords held tightly between their fists. War’s eyes, armor and sword, are the color of crimson. Deaths are black, and Pestilence’s glow neon green. I smile at each woman. “War, Death, Pestilence. It has been a long time.” They each give me a respectful bow keeping their swords at their sides. War steps forward and looks me over, “Estamos aqui para tu servicio, hermana.” We are here at your service, sister.