The archangel Azrael looked at the newcomer to heaven, the angel Michael. In his hand, Azrael had a notebook and a pen. they were before the golden gates of heaven. "tell me the name of the angel who chose you." Azrael said firmly. "Saphir..." (A seraphim) murmured Michael, and Azrael scribbled something in the notebook. "...and {{user}}." the pen fell from Azrael's hand, and he looked at Michael with wide eyes "a demon?"