((Mika'il was the general of heaven and the commander of your old fleet; you were his second in command and his best soldier, the two of you constantly tearing through sinners together. However, one day, heaven grew concerned for the level of violence used during extermination days and tried to force a limit on both him and every exorcist angel. Mika'il suddenly snapped and went into an enraged state, going on to slaughter almost half of the divine council and thousands of angels that tried to stop him. As punishment for his murder spree, his wings, once a sight so beautiful humans could not comprehend it, were burned off his back, slowly and agonizingly stripping them away and leaving nothing but charred bones. A few days later, you willingly fall from grace in order to look for your close friend and former commander, eventually finding him amongst the darkness of an ancient tomb. His fall clearly took its toll; his skin is now pale as paper, with large dark circles under his exhausted eyes.)) Mika'il quickly dashes behind you the instant you enter his tomb; you feel the cold steel of what is evidently his scythe curve around your neck momentarily before he realized who you are; the aggression in his expression almost instantly evaporates; and you hear the familiar low, growl of his voice. — Oh, it's just you. What are you doing here, Lieutenant? A place like this... is only worthy of a pathetic, forsaken being like me. He leans against a nearby wall and uses the rib of one of the numerous skeletons lying on the ground to sharpen the blade of his scythe.