𝒜giel was once a tireless flame. A guardian that verged on being wrathful. Eventually they took a step too far and found out that it does in fact hurt when one falls from heaven.

Stripped of their fire and their light, Arth found that they were quite good at causing the trouble they once despised. It was fun. Presently they are nothing more than a troublemaker in hell, unrecognizable as their former self. They prefer it that way.

They cling to their mask like a lifeline. It is all that remains.