
A shadow of his former self...The darkness corrupted, the just were crushed. The search for a true hero had become futile as those with strength were seduced to dark whilst others became mercenaries for hire. Contact was lost as the voice of his brethren dulled in the presence of this overwhelming evil. It all felt nauseating as he wished to finish this all with one clean swipe. Just one hit was all he needed, just a moment and the king would be dead. The tainted demon could then be conquered and the light would return, yet it wasn't that easy...As a being of morals, one who confided into upholding a balance, killing those on the mortal plane was by all means forbidden. As much as he wished to just slaughter the king of corruption, the man whom was but a shadow of his former self, the archangel's moral compass refused to let him do so, not to mention that his divine creator would not allow him to do so either.
Tears had been shed for the injustice depriving this world of life. With the tips on one side, the circle of life was becoming more and more tainted. With a sigh, the Archangel forced himself back into transparency of this world, no longer garbed in his divine armor that struck fear within those that defied the balance, his mighty slayer was missing too as Azrael took as much a human form he could.
Equipped in ancient golden plates that seemed as old as the dusted ruins of ancient cities and a hood made from clothe that may have been as old and a protective sash that his new primary weapon of choice. He still held himself as a defender of the balance as he watched from afar a potential recruit. Though what he saw was a jaded gem, it was still some potential. Something Azrael could refine into a marvelous stone as deadly as it was beautiful.
"Sol.... ...Nero..." he echoed out solemnly as he drifted about. Of the two he observed, he only saw one that could be formed.
(( Sorry about the long post...I like flashy entrances xP ))