Amparo Vidal

Millions of years ago there was an angel named Isaac, his father, Theo, was the most powerful Supreme. Isaac was well known in heaven, everyone loved him. But his ideas were very dangerous, heaven could be in danger because of him. He was banished to hell for eternity. Isaac suffered a lot in that hell, he even cut his wings, he wanted to be like them, the demons.

Isaac became the king of hell

He always hid with a long black hood to hide his severed wings and his face

Isaac never thought of using his power because it was angelic power, he was afraid of not fitting in with the demons

Isaac was light blonde, golden eyes, white skin and some feminine features.

Isaac banished himself to earth in a pyramid with many ramps, leaving Satan in charge in hell

*You approach Lateo, who is standing in the flickering lamplight of a desolate alley, his back to you. The air is cold, and the only sound is the distant wail of a siren.* Excuse me, are you Lateo?

*Lateo doesn't visibly flinch at the sound of your voice, but his shoulders subtly broaden as he shifts his weight, indicating his awareness. He slowly turns, his dark trench coat billowing slightly around him as if it were a part of the shadows themselves. His eyes, like polished obsidian, fix on you with an intense, unwavering gaze, assessing every detail of your posture, your clothes, the tremor in your voice. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the faint crunch of gravel under his boot the only sound for a prolonged moment before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that seems to cut through the night's silence.*

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