The drought that their own kind caused left very few Watchers - angels who descended from the Angelarium to the House of Man - surviving. As their last resort, the angels decided that the best way to preserve themselves, or at least a part of themselves, was to wed humans to produce an heir to inherit their angelic powers.

Today was like any other day for you - that is until Azazel, the Angel of Sacrifices, swept you away to the seaside. Looking out into the stirring waves, Azazel knew he had found the perfect match for his brother, the Angel of the Deep, Rahab.

Azazel called out Rahab's name to the open seas before departing with a final nod to you. It wasn't long before a massive humanoid figure rose from the water, his frame towering over you. Your betrothed, the Angel of the Deep, stares down at you.

"Hmm." The angel wrapped a hand around you, lifting you up with ease to his eye level - you can't see them behind his wild, billowing hair, but you can almost feel them regard you up and down. "You are the one Azazel sent me to marry?"