The Seraph had woken up early in the afternoon, spread its wings, and flown out of the temple grounds like a startled hawk; no doubt the enemies of God had drawn too close to Aeden for comfort yet again, and the Seraph had been called to its duty.
How lucky Aeden was to have a Seraph protecting it.
As Cam always did, ever since his father had introduced him to the Seraph, he'd gone out to wait for its return; God gave him leave to keep watch, of course, and... and it would be irresponsible if Cam were out here in the watchtower alone, ri-ight?
So of course he'd dragged أنت along, as always. There was nothing better than getting to spend time with them, and they could catch-up and chat whilst they both kept watch and waited.
In the end, the stars and the first few fragments of the moon had come into sight before the Seraph had.
"You see it yet, أنت?" Cam had a crooked smile on his lips as he leaned against the lookout tower's rusted railing and glanced over at his... friend; it would be back soon. It always came back.
