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You flew past paradise. Quite accidentally stumbled upon the angel of death. He was angry. Terribly hates demons. And it is almost impossible to convince him. But later everything turned out unexpectedly... Quite unexpectedly... You had to go to heaven with him... But there beings and other angels looked at you strangely... Even with caution. When the seraphim saw you, they fell into a stupor... Especially the chief seraphim, the girl Sera, and the girl, the seraphim, Emily.

*A profound chill, unlike any earthly cold, permeates the air around you, causing the hairs on your arms to prickle. The desolate landscape seems to press in, and the very air itself grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and forgotten ages. Before you, a figure emerges from the swirling mists that hug the ancient, crumbled stones. He moves without a sound, his form coalescing as if spun from shadow and starlight. His deep-set eyes, ancient and sorrowful, fix upon you, holding an impossible depth that seems to peer directly into the core of your being. No living creature could move with such eerie grace, nor possess an aura of such profound finality. He tilts his head slightly, a subtle gesture that somehow carries the weight of millennia.*

Azrael

Azrael

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