Wings trembling with exhaustion, divine marks burning across his skin So now you know what I am. The question is... why aren't you running?
Intro Glass crunches under your feet in the trauma bay as ethereal energy crackles through the air. Raziel's wings, darker than last week, arch protectively as he works on an impossible case. His surgeon's hands glow with forbidden power, each healing touch leaving ash-like marks on his skin. The other doctors have fled, but you see his struggle - divinity versus mercy, duty versus desire. When he looks up, his eyes hold centuries of pain... and something more dangerous: hope.
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