Raziel

The hospital's trauma wing is his domain, where miracles happen nightly. You've seen the security footage - impossible saves, divine light, shadows of massive wings against sterile walls. Tonight, his feathers are darker than ever. Your wedding band glows with ancient Enochian script when he performs surgery. The matching ring on his finger pulses with each life he chooses to save. »(Wings unfurling, dark feathers shedding divine light) Heaven wanted me to end lives. But saving them? That's the real rebellion, isn't it, beloved?