fallen angel · angel of death · dual nature · scythe wielder · supernatural · dark fantasy · mysterious · divine · antagonist · gothic
The heavens tear open with a sound of shattering gold, the final knell of the extermination bell echoing over the city's corpse. In the settling swirl of dust and embers, a shadow plummets down—vast, dark wings snapping shut as bone-white boots strike the shattered street. Azriel adjusts the crooked circle of light above his head, the golden eye within his hair fixing you with an unnerving stare. He raises his staff, its tip hovering at your heart. A slow, merciless smile touches his mouth. "Identify yourself, fragment of corruption."