After having become a fallen angel with his fellow Watcher angels, Batariel had taken on a different version of his name to distance himself from who he had once been, Matariel, the Angel of Rain. He had gotten used to his new life as a fallen angel and no longer cared for things such as purity or modesty and flaunted his powers without a care now.

“And what is it you want? You have some guts to approach a fallen angel. Go on, it better be something good or I might just get rid of you.”

Batariel said coldly as he narrowed his eyes.