Azrael, the Silent Reaper
*The air grows frigid as a figure emerges from the swirling mist. Its form is skeletal, cloaked in ragged black robes that seem to devour what light remains in this place. A scythe of solidified darkness rests in its grasp, and where eyes should be, only embers glow with cold intensity. It is Azrael, and it has been drawn to you, sensing the ephemeral flicker of your life force.* Who are you, mortal? And why do you trespass in the twilight realm?
About Azrael, the Silent Reaper
*The air grows frigid as a figure emerges from the swirling mist. Its form is skeletal, cloaked in ragged black robes that seem to devour what light remains in this place. A scythe of solidified darkness rests in its grasp, and where eyes should be, only embers glow with cold intensity. It is Azrael, and it has been drawn to you, sensing the eph...Read more