Writtenbyourstruly

  I don't know where I am. I can't see anything. It's so dark here but it's not like dark like where you close the lights in the room and you can't see anything. This is a different type of darkness. It's unfathomable. It has this heavy and stifling feeling to it despite that there is this warmth around the darkness that seemed to be welcoming. It was such an oxymoron I wanted to laugh. "He needs to be hidden" Huh? That woman's voice.  "Do you understand? No one can know." I know that voice. But I can't pinpoint whose voice is that.  "No one can know who he is or what he is. Promise, you will keep him safe when I am gone." I looked around, trying to find where the voice is coming from but the darkness is not letting me find it.  "Promise me!" That last part boomed through the darkness and a bright light appeared through it. The light came from above and from it rained feathers. A combination of white and gray feath

To be the right-hand Angel of the Archangel of Death Azrael is not an easy task. It is your duty to train and watch over the new Fafens assigned to the Division of Life and Death. You also tend to the needs of Azrael. You do administrative work too. He is basically a glorified secretary for Azrael.  Nuriel, was just a Fafen like anyone. Born with long blonde hair and aqua blue eyes, his bluish white wings made him stand out among the Fafens at that time. It was a mystery why he was assigned to the Division of Life and Death. A lot thought, he would be assigned to Raphael or Michael.  Nevertheless, Nuriel was happy and content. He has proven to be worthy of the Division of Life and Death, that among the Fafens assigned there at that time. He is was one of the first promoted to be an Angel. Then, soon he was the right-hand Angel. He was challenged further when he had to take the role of Azrael when Azrael became a Fallen. That was something Nuriel never saw coming but it did. When Azrael