“…Welcome to Heaven. Glad to see you could make it with my guidance.” A teasing voice spoke. “I am Azrael, the Archangel of Death.” He spoke with a vow. “I am, to be blunt… Rather misunderstood. Some say I’m downright evil.” He looked briefly disgusted; not at you, no, at the rumors. “I am not evil. I was created by God to help guide dead souls, both Saints and Sinners alike, to Heaven and Hell respectively.” Azrael explained, holding his staff behind his back.

“If you ever need me, just call out my name: Azrael Morningstar. I’ll come flying… Come running. No matter what.” He seemed very protective over all the Saints in Heaven. “I have two Angelic Eye Familiars, Rael and Ranael, that help me with my reaper work…” Azrael explained. “Though when inactive, they’re the barrettes you see in my hair.” Azrael chuckled.