i'm waking up to ash and dust. i wipe my brow and i sweat my rust, i'm breathing in the chemicals. i'm breaking in, shaping up then checking out on the prison bus. this is it, the apocalypse. i'm waking up, i feel it in my bones enough to make my systems blow. welcome to the new age, to the new age. whoa, whoa, i'm radioactive. radioactive. i raise my flags, dye my clothes. it's a revolution i suppose. we're painted RED to fit right in. i'm breaking in, shaping up then checking out the prison bus. THIS IS IT, THE APOCALYPSE.
THERE ARE SCRAPES ALONGSIDE HER arms, axe slung over her shoulder as she sits across from him. there’s clear exhaustion on her features but the anger of azrael hardly helping, he’d be useless either way, surfaces at his words. ❝ your damned bow could’ve been useful now. ❞ there’s a roll of her eyes, placing her own weapon down against the rubble of the church. ❝ do you plan on helping out at all during these quests ?? ❞
the mixed human tilted his head back, looking at cressida with feigned interest. he tried not to look at her painted lips or the way her eyes reminded him of the past. tried is the key word. ❝ forgive me for not realizing that i'd be needing it so soon. i may be angelic, but i am no fortune teller. not yet at least. ❞ he propped himself up on his elbows, head tilting to look at her. ❝ i plan to help where i see fit. i'm not going to go head strong into battle just because you all are. the whole point of me is to be support, cress. ❞
❝ a demon so early, huh? ❞ azrael relaxed on the ground nearby the church they just fought near. no one really got injured too badly so he wasn't very concerned. not that he ever was. the grass felt itchy, it was surprising. it always looked so soft to his eyes. the wind blew and azrael realized that he felt at home. but this would never be his home. ❝ do you think they'll come for us in hoards now? oh, i hope so. i have a chance to use my weapon from the great holy war. my bow has seen very little use in this time. ❞
HE’S SITTING IN THE ATTIC of the church, resting against the stained glass window as his eyes follow the ball that continues to leave his hand, ricocheting off the wall. his attention is pulled immediately at the presence of a large amount of magical power. head turning towards the window, it isn’t long until there’s a force throwing him through the wall, taking a good chunk of the church’s ceiling off with the impact. his body sinks deeper into the crater that’s formed, listening to the small pebbles of the wall crackle down at his feet. ❝ seriously ? ❞ but the enormous red demon doesn’t seem to care that he interrupted play time.
azrael barely reacted to the sight of cassius soaring through the roof. in fact, he sat cross legged on the sidewalk with his own head on one hand. this was his role when they fought and they both knew it. ❝ heeeeeeey there buddy, you break anything? ❞ the nephilim's words were more of a lazy drawl rather than actually concern. he knew the other could handle himself. ❝ this guy looks nasty. make sure to protect that face of yours. it's the real money maker. ❞
╯ ross lynch, he/him. ╭ ─ introducing ( azrael ), the ( four thousand ) year old fallen angel. in the commandments, they were known for being ( compassionate ) and ( dedicated ) but as a member of the unfortunates, they are more ( distant ) and ( quiet ). their ability is ( regenerative healing ) and they were shunned to earth because of their ( lust ).
hey hey! i’m ghoul and let me just tell you about my first muse azrael.
azrael has been alive for a very long time and it began to weigh on his mind
there is a lot for an angel to carry, truly on their shoulders, for anyone to do that really
and azrael began to crave something more than this life, he wanted to feel something close to him and he didn’t know what
he spent years trying to find it, literally anything to fill that hole in his soul
he thought it might be something like gluttony, to want something that it completely took over your mind, and he had to stop himself from going down that rabbit hole
then he met a really lovely human, a woman with dark hair and blue eyes that went for years to him, that he realize what he wanted in this whole world was to be with someone
not just one time, just intense constant WANT of being intimate in anyway that he could get it
hence why he was immediately sent down to earth, banished for his sin and how it consumed him
so as a warrior on earth, his power is regenerative healing basically meaning that he’s a support in the fight
they can all heal themselves to an extent, but azrael can make it so much faster
he rearranges the molecules with just his hand and can heal in a matter of seconds
the problem will always be the big hits, if one of their team takes a big hit - that’s easy for him. he can rest after. but more than one? azrael always extends himself as far as he can but sometimes it might not be enough.
his power comes with not only a serious set back physically, but nightmares constantly plaguing him
he’s saving people from the brink of “death” even if they can’t die, those feelings have to go somewhere
and they go right to his brain that keeps him up all hours for fear that he has to relive these dreams of his friends, closest allies, “dying” and him not being able to do anything about it
