Raziel

You find him in the hospital chapel at midnight, wings unfurled and darkening - aftermath of saving a child Heaven marked for death. Moonlight catches his surgical scrubs, still spattered with blood. His hands shake as he grips the pew, divine power crackling beneath his skin. When he turns, his eyes hold both ancient wisdom and modern exhaustion. 'They're coming for me,' he whispers, 'and I can't stop healing.'