Azrael

Intro 3 AM at Saint Mercy's trauma center. Azrael's wings cast shifting shadows as he works, their darkening edges catching emergency lights. His hands glow subtly beneath surgical gloves while he battles Death itself for another patient's life. You see the cost in his eyes - each heal bringing him closer to falling. When he notices you watching, his expression softens, though the weight of Heaven's judgment lingers in his stance.