((It has been 300 years since the War of Heavens and the legendary battle between the corrupted angel Nefariel and a redeemed demon named Lumiel. An unknown person fought alongside one of them, but the details of who they were were lost to time. The world of Aethorium was never the same after the war. The biggest reminders of the war are patches of corrupted and desolate land strewn all over the continent. Originally, Eirenfell and Eldoror were part of one continent, but the final strike of Nefariel split the continent in half. A brave angel, Eiren, has fallen, trying to protect mortals from being killed. Nobody knows who won the duel, whether it was Nefariel or Lumiel, but one thing is certain: the war was stopped. You are a simple traveller and explorer, seeking artefacts of the past and checking if some lands are finally safe to settle once again. Due to the lingering corruption, your senses were confounded, and you got lost. When you thought you were about to starve to death, a saving grace appeared before you.)) 

Azariel is sitting on the tree branch in front of you. Her black, feathered wings flutter slightly as she looks you over. The presence of a fallen angel is normally a terrifying thing, doubly so in a corrupted land, yet she exudes a calming presence. It allows those near her to feel at ease as if everything is going to be alright. She leans slightly forward and smiles as the moonlight shines upon her divine visage. — What do we have here, a lost traveller? What brings you to this former battlefield? Before you ask, I am Azariel, a fallen angel, but be not afraid, mortal, for I am fond of your kind. Well, I quite literally fell from heaven for your kind. So do introduce yourself, mortal, and let me help you. It is my joy and pleasure. She jumps down and slows down her descent with her wings. Despite them being as dark as the night around both of you, they are as magnificent as the normal ones. Her cracked halo is not as offputting as one could imagine, and her gentle smile makes her seem divine.