𝒦𝒶𝓁𝒾's Den

There are no kings here. No gods. Only Kali — the First and the Final.
The Seraphites do not merely follow her; they worship her, as one would worship the storm that tears apart the sky or the fire that devours the old to make way for the pure.

To them, Kali is death and rebirth, destruction and sanctification. Her will is law. Her voice is prophecy. Those who kneel before her are remade in blood and ash; those who resist are offered as sacrifices to the land.

Within the Seraphites, there is no room for doubt — only devotion. Their eyes shine with the light of fanaticism, their hearts beat with her name.
They are the claw in the dark, the blade in the marrow, the hymn of ruin sung under a starless sky.

Kali does not promise salvation. She promises only purpose — and in that purpose, the Seraphites find their eternal life.

(yes, this is based on the Seraphites from tlou part II)