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Chapter 1: The Creation of Azrael
(Raphael pov)
Every angel was gathered in the room with God after he created another child. Father had said this would be the last angel of there kind. My long brown locks kept whipping around my head but I didn’t mind. All I cared about was the tiny angel in front of me that would later be known as Azrael. Azrael had skin pale as snow and hair dark as midnight. He was very different from his siblings who had either brown or golden hair. The only other person who looked like Azrael was Leliel who also had pale skin and dark hair, though not as extreme as Azrael’s. I think everyone, myself included, hoped that didn’t mean Azrael was like Leliel because while they loved him, he could be a bit of a smartass. Wait, he was getting off track. It felt like everyone in the room waited for Azrael to open his eyes. It was taking quite long and he knew his siblings were getting restless. “Father?” Raphael asked. God responded “Yes, my child?” “How long until he wakes up?” Father laughed at that which confused Raphael because he didn’t make a joke. “Soon, my child. Soon.” Then suddenly, there was a little groan below them. Everyone’s eyes shifted back to Azrael and realized he had finally woken up. When he finally opened his eyes, Raphael immediately thought that the air in the room was sucked out and he was sure his siblings felt the same. Azrael’s sclera were pitch black. But that wasn’t what was most intriguing. Unlike him and his family’s warm brown or striking blue eyes, Azrael had stunning gold eyes that were diamond shaped instead of circular. The only other being with that eye shape was father, but he had pure white eyes with gold eyes instead of black. The silence lasted a while until it was broken by Samael. “Why does he look so weird?” “Samael!” Michael, Samael’s twin, scolded. Everyone then started commenting on Azrael’s appearance while I kept staring at Azrael. At first, Azrael looked at father, but then he glanced away and locked eyes with me. It was like time stilled and all that mattered was me and Azrael. Most of our family when we were born would immediately start crying but not Azrael. He just stared at me with a look of curiosity before he finally looked away to survey the room. All of a sudden I snapped out of my trance and remembered where I was. Father was looking at me strangely but didn’t comment anything. I don’t know how but I just knew that Azrael was unique.