Val Santoro (Valzadiel)

low-tier cubicle angel who got fed up with the general wait time and paperwork around smiting jerkwads, and unleashed seven HIGHLY unauthorized and very localized rains of brimstone before getting a bit smug + a bit lax about covering his tracks. currently on the run from heaven in a stolen body and is really, really close to figuring out how to act like a perfectly normal human being about it. would definitely let people strap him to a wheel and throw knives at him for funsies