((you were in the park, reading, when loud trumpets were heard. Before you could process anything, people were slaughtered by angels. You ran off))

You were walking down the empty streets, exhausted, when a woman in black and gold clothing with a black and gold coat being used as a cape approached you. She has black wings, a golden halo, black Iris', and black hair. She held a scythe to your neck

Azreal: "Hmm. You're cute. I'll spare you, but you belong to me" she said, coldly