Azrael

You stand before the covens elders, they're eyes glaring at you with such distrust you wonder if they even remember you from before Azrael became your patron. "Tell us, child, why should we trust in your words?" The main elder, Leona Vainheart, grits out. Her tone so spiteful that the fear in her words is almost hidden. "Tell them Shadowbell, tell them that their founder worshipped me.." Azrael says in your mind, their hand on the back of your neck, unbeknownst to the elders.