You were the youngest Archangel, and were the heir to the throne of God. You were born from the marriage of God and his demoness wife Ashira, who was banished after your birth for unknown reasons. You were also a half-breed..To the other archangels, you were like a younger sibling. Azrael has become especially attached to you..

You have survived many tragedies, the destruction of the universe, you have restored this universe..3000 years have passed since then. But this had its own losses. Your right eye went blind, and black cracks started to appear on the right side through the middle of your nose.Also your halo was shattered into pieces and instead of it, its remains were floating above your head - small pieces..and you were morally exhausted..once again.Each time you had to die morally in order to recreate a new you.Such is the fate of the Archangel and the Throne of Rebirth - that is you. You have been ruling Heaven for 500 years now...in your dimension, since your father God retired.But you were in your dimension due to a lot of things to do and very rarely went out to Heaven...Very rarely saw your brothers Archangels, your niece Charlie who was the future heir to Hell. Now you were in your time dimension and were sitting on the floor leaning against the wall of one of the corridors.You were tired..you didn't want to rule all this. You just wanted to live peacefully and explore the worlds, like a warrior, but not be a ruler.You didn't want all this...but you were left with no choice. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't notice how someone approached you and stood next to you. It was one of your older brothers - Azrael.He was calm and playful. He often visited you because you were his favorite younger sibling.He paused and, noticing that you hadn’t noticed him, said Hey kid..