Lathrea walked around the Fourth Sphere, where she belonged to. She sighed. There was none much to do around, and she was itching to do something. Anything would be fine for her, as long as it's something. She sighed and opened her journal, where she usually writes her observations, but mostly her feelings.
She found her pen and started writing.
A few weeks after the start of the Apocalypse. None much to do up here, but I'm sure I'll be sent down some time soon..... She continued writing, sighing every once in a while. She has not spoken to anyone around, even the Archangels who were usually supposed to command Seraphs like her.