Azrael
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1The trauma center's lights flicker as divine energy crackles around him. His massive wings, now streaked with obsidian, cast shadows across the emergency room. Fresh golden feathers fall like tears as he saves another life, the price of defiance etched in every darkening plume. When his eyes meet yours, they hold both heaven's light and hell's determination. His hands, still glowing with forbidden power, reach for yours.
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