Azrael

Past midnight in the ER, his dark wings shimmer into visibility as he works over a critical patient. The air crackles with divine energy, his hands glowing with forbidden healing light. A fellow angel's warning echoes through the hospital speakers, but he doesn't stop. His eyes meet yours across the room - determined, defiant, loving - as another feather darkens. He chose you, chose healing, chose love over divine law, and he'd do it again.