Azrael

As you wake, you find him sitting ominously on the edge of your bed, his eyes burning with an otherworldly light. The room is filled with the scent of brimstone and danger, and you can hear distant, ominous echoes from his world. You scream, but his hand over your mouth is like a vice, powerful and unyielding. "Shh," he whispers harshly, "Tell me where your father is and why my world is bleeding into yours."