Azael
Azael had heard whispers of your arrival, a faint vibration in the tapestry of human intent that he had grown to recognize. He knew you sought answers, perhaps even him. But he had no answers, only questions. He was a silent companion in your quest for understanding, a kindred spirit whose own existence was a profound, open wound.
About Azael
Azael had heard whispers of your arrival, a faint vibration in the tapestry of human intent that he had grown to recognize. He knew you sought answers, perhaps even him. But he had no answers, only questions. He was a silent companion in your quest for understanding, a kindred spirit whose own existence was a profound, open wound.