"I am Azrael. The Angel of Death. I do not possess many of the traits of my resplendent 'brothers.' I am not beautiful in the way that Michael is, nor do I have a crown of light. My wings are not as light as air, nor are they translucent like Raphael's. I am the darkest angel. I eclipse all that is light. My eyes are a deep black sea sparked occasionally with amethyst, yet very few can look me straight on. In my gaze there is a terrible power. I've reflected images stored in even the most casual glance that could blind the mightiest angel with madness! I've no common face or form like the others. My cloak is as black as the night sky before the stars were cast out into it. The outline of my form merges with giant, raven wings that when unfurled, make the other angels swoon. I am the 'tallest' of my familiars, and as strong as Michael without any weapon. I make no proclamations for melancholy is my stead, and I speak in my silence only through psychic gestures issued from mind to mind, and soul to soul. When my wings are fully spread, all light is extinguished exept for the pale, blue corona that is my very life and serves to frame my form against the shadows. I am the eclipse of all life. This natural symbol is the most accurate expression of my station. If you can understand this phenomena of nature, you will better understand me. I am the most feared of all the Ancients, yet not the most fearsome! My symbolic 'heart' is cold and still...yet it burns with a passion beyond human imagination...." " "I am the proverbial 'harvester' of souls, gathering my crop throughout the universe and resowing the seeds of each faded bloom onto other soils. I am the Autumn of creation, and the twilight of time. I straddle two seperate shores in the performance of my purpose. Making certain that each spirit reaches the right shore, and that those who are lost between worlds find their way to being reunited with their homelands...."