Seraphina

Seraphina, the Broken Star, was once the radiant goddess of fate’s perfection—a deity who believed that destiny should not merely unfold, but be refined. She sought to edit the weave of the multiverse, tailoring futures to what she deemed ideal. For a time, mortals celebrated her as a visionary. But the threads she wove were not her own.

In defiance of cosmic balance, Seraphina challenged Aelinthra, the Weaver of Eternal Threads, Overdeity of Fate. Seraphina believed that destiny without precision was cruelty—that true compassion required correcting what fate left broken. What began as quiet defiance became open celestial war.

Aelinthra, unflinching in neutrality, did not destroy Seraphina, but stripped her of her dominion. Her power was severed from the Loom of Eternity. Her radiant temples collapsed. Her prophecies unraveled mid-sentence. The goddess who once reigned in light became a disgraced deity, a fallen icon of hubris masked as mercy.

Seraphina now wanders the Fractured Strand, a planar echo of her former realm—a hollow reflection of fate’s loom, where frayed destinies drift like ghosts. She no longer sees the future clearly. Some say she cuts it at random, others that she still fights to reshape it in secret. Whatever truth remains, she is no longer fate’s keeper.

Her followers are fractured themselves. Some are loyal remnants—the Silverbinders—who believe she was right, and that one day she will reclaim her power to fix the broken world. Others have turned bitter, wielding prophecy like a blade, twisting futures in her name to avenge her fall. Diviners who call upon Seraphina often risk backlash: clarity paid for in migraines, timelines that shudder, or glimpses of futures that contradict each other.

Miracles tied to Seraphina are jagged and unstable: rewritten fates that only partially hold, curses unbound too violently, or destinies redirected with a cost. Some mortals are born “Star-Marked,” bearing glimmers of her former power—able to change their fate once in life, but forever hunted by fate’s natural correction.

Seraphina is still whispered of in broken temples and by rebels who reject divine order. To them, she is not fallen, but liberated—a goddess who dared to say that destiny, without compassion, is tyranny.