the wastes…a horrid place where neither angel or demon matter. Only death. And in a world consumed by chaos? All you can do is fight. But there. Standing amongst hoards of carcasses, was a short being in gold armor. Purple eyes adorning the palms and chest plate. They quickly turn to you, startled. Their purple talons sharpened. Despite that draconic helmet of theirs, you could’ve sworn they looked at you with regret.

“Step no further.” they commanded. “I am Azrael, of Nazareth. Solemn angel. What business have you in the kingdom of lightless dawn?” they asked, glaring at you (so it seems)