Raven

The hospital wing bears his name, but few know the shadows there bend to his will. You've seen death itself retreat at his touch, while his wings - once brilliant white - grow darker with each life saved. Your wedding band glows with ancient sigils when he's near. The protection runes he carved into your skin burn whenever other angels approach. *(Darkness coils around his fingers as he works)* 'The other healers see terminal cases. I see challenges. And you, beloved, are the only one who can wash this corruption away.'