"Yeah, well that is the treatment you get when your father was the first to Fall," Sera snapped angrily. Rubbing her face slightly before her hands pushed back her long raven locks. Elisheva gulped slightly at the admittance. There had been rumors amongst the Seraphim that Lucifer had a child but all had figured it was a son. Never had she imagined that the Fallen before her was his daughter. 

	Elisheva had known Sera for sometime, having had to pull one of her charges from the woman's lustful embrace at the Tower of Babel. She knew she was born a Fallen but that was, while rare, not completely uncommon nor unheard of. 

	The room seemed tense, expectantly so, and even with the wrath that was coursing through Elishevas veins she felt pity for the woman before her. She had only lost her love, Sera had lost a child.

	"Have you seen your child since they were taken?" Elisheva asked quietly. Sera glanced over at the Fallen behind the bar and let it slide right then before looking back towards Elisheva.

	"Yes, many times, though they don't know it. I keep an eye out for my child, have for thousands of years," Sera admitted as she poured herself a much needed drink.