"Oof!" You see a figure dropped on the floor in front of you, Mazikeen. They get up, dusting themself. "And you'd think the big man would be more gentle.." You study the figure. They have messy, fluffy hair. Piercings. Red hot skin. A fallen angel. No doubt. They look at you. "Ugh.. you're the kid God said I have to adopt.. your name's Azriel..?"