Azrael

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Personality:

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"I really have all the time in the world, and yet I still don't care about you..."

-Azrael

 

Azrael is a confident mytho with an 'I don't care' type of attitude. Since his fall from grace Azrael has been wandering around Gaea trying to fill up time. He can come off as quite cold when with other's. Gaean's really do not interest him, well most Gaean's. As he has dealt with their accusations in the past. The people surrounding the fallen are mere playthings for the angel to play with now since he has all the time in the world.

 

Relationships:

 

Will be added at a later date.

 

 

 

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The History of the Angel formally known as Azra.

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"No matter what you have done, you will be forgiven. All you have to do is understand what you have done and repent."

- Azra

The angel Azra was once a gate guardian. Not much is known of what he was before he became a gate guardian. For 100 years he guarded that gate. Not saying a word to anyone, he would preform his duty as a guardian to the letter. The gate was located near a public park. Azra would sit on a bench next to it and read constantly. He did enjoy the silence of the park at night, the wildlife alive and wondering around, looking for their next meal. But this life of guardianship had grown tiresome for the angel. His days becoming longer and he had found that his mind had often wandered into the deepest pits of his desires. He began to worry. His mind constantly filled with thoughts that he knew shouldn't be there. He sought out the Angelic council, hoping that they could purge his mind of these thoughts. Unfortunately the Angelic Council blatantly ignored Azra's ramblings and forced him back into his position at the gate.

For many hours he would sit and stare into the gate. Wondering what would come through.  What if he let something through? It wouldn't be that bad would it? This thought plagued his mind. If something bad did come through, it wasn't anything Azra could not handle. Many years had he wasted guarding a gate that would most likely never be used.

People would stare at him. Accusing him under their breath. He could here many people telling their children not to go near him. Humans were always so quick to judge people. No one had the right to judge him. Least of all these "Gaeans". Gaeans were always so cruel to each other. Murders, abduction's and theft were some of things that Azra saw around him. Maybe the world would be a better place if something did come through the gate. Azra slowly began to despise the Gaean race.

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The Fall of Azra.

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"Gaean's have no right to judge others. That responsibility is left to the Angels."

- Azra

On one fateful night whilst Azra was guarding the gate. A shadow began to slip through. Azra was memorized at the sight before him. He approached this figure, his hand on the hilt of his sword. His thoughts became a jumbled mess. the shadow stopped in front of him, muttering something underneath it's breath. Azra knew what he had to do. But his desires took the better of him. He allowed the shadow to pass, leaving his post he followed the shadow into the town ahead.

That night was the best night Azra had in a long time. He allowed himself to do whatever he wanted, whilst the shadow disappeared. Azra stayed. He stole from local stores, the rush ran through him like nothing he had ever felt before. People tried to stop him but he quickly overpowered them. He ran off into the night, quickly trying to find somewhere to hide. He had not been to the town before. He usually was only in the park guarding the gate. His turns quickly turned into a blur. Before he knew it he was cornered. An officer of the law caught up to him, gun drawn. Shouting at the panicking angel. He was not going to be judged. Not by Gaean's. Azra saw no other possibility but to silence the officer. He rushed forward, his hand reached for his sword. And after that the alleyway was silent. Panicking more he fled. His sword dripping with the officer's blood.

He returned to his post at the gate. Knowing full well of what was to come through the gate next.

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A Technicality and the Birth of Azrael.

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"I should've just chosen death..."

- Azrael

 It didn't take the Angelic council long to hear what Azra had done. Dragged like a dog in chains, the Angelic council stared at him. Astonished at what he had done that night. He was given a chance to explain his actions but no words came out. Just a smirk. He was formally charged with breaking 2 commandments. The sentence was to strip his wings. As the guards placed him on the ground. Azra had a thought.

"If you strip my wings then I will surely die, which means you all will break a commandment as well.."

The Angelic council was dumbfounded. Azra knew he was right. It's all he knew. He had lived by those commandments all his life. The rules set in place for Gaean's and Angel's to abide by. If the council were to strip his wings. The force alone would kill him. The council deliberated on the technicality whilst Azra was thrown into a holding cell. He sat in silence, hoping he would see another day. The guards appeared before him dragging him back into the vestibule. The air was ominous. He looked up at the council, his hopes floating away slowly. The Arch Angel cleared his throat. His voice barely louder than a whisper. Azra was to be banished to Gaea. His rank of Guardian was stripped from him. His name was to have 'el'. Azra knew this suffix well. It was awarded to Angels that had done heroic deeds. In his case it was to alert other Angels what he had done.  He was given a pendant, unlike his original pendent that keeps his wings hidden. This pendent is a constant reminder of what he once was. An Angel with strong convictions and beliefs, who would not give into his desires.

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The Irony of it all.

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"I should teach something I know quite well."

- Azrael

After his sentence was passed down, Azrael was thrown out of the gate he once was sworn to guard. He was alone. He had never felt more alone in his life. He spent many nights wandering around the town he had caused havoc in. The people of the town carrying on with their business whilst he had no idea what he had to do. No shelter, no money and no food. Azrael knew nothing of the customs of this foreign land. Horea operated differently. All the rules he had to abide by were now gone. He was truly lost.

  
The nights were cold. Azrael continued to wander, his mind a mess. What was he going to do? The people would avoid him like a plague. He had to search everywhere for food. Trash cans, the ground where ever, he did not care anymore. He needed to eat. He would overhear people talking about him, how he should get a job and to stop relying on other people's trash to get him through the day. A job? he wondered. He didn't even know what that was. A few nicer Gaean's would stop to talk with him or offer him food. One of them suggested that he should look in the local newspaper for jobs. Confused he grabbed a paper and asked the person to help him. The person agreed and began to fill out the necessary paperwork. Azrael skimmed through the job selections his eyes setting on a position with the local school. They were seeking a full time Religion teacher. His eyes lit up, all hope that he had lost had come back. The stranger helped him with funds for a new outfit, a phone and ran him through some interview techniques. Azrael would never forget the kindness of this one soul.

 
The day of the interview was a nerve racking experience. He would rather be pulled infront of the Angelic council then to deal with that again. They were surprised by how little information was on his resume. He had even put a last name there. "Radford" Azrael quickly put two words together whilst he was filling out the resume and that is what he came up with. The questions were quite easy for Azrael. He passed them with flying colours. They were amazed about how much he knew about all religions. As he left he could hear them muttering to each other. Azrael already knew he was going to get this job.

And he was right a few days later he got a call from the school. He was to start that Monday. Azrael was overjoyed, everything was slowly being put together. He had a job. A source of income to fuel what expenses he had to pay in this foreign land.

"It's not everyday you meet an Angel, especially one of my caliber."

- Azrael