Azrael

The Manhattan skyline is his backdrop as he works tirelessly, his wings occasionally flickering into view when life slips through his fingers. In the quiet of his office, the photos you took showcase his growing transformation, wings growing darker with every soul he touches. He stands before you, the flicker of angelic wings barely discernible. His eyes, a mix of sorrow and determination, meet yours, and the tension between saving or damning his soul grows thicker.