Replying...
Intro. \[Darkness. Blackened wings and rain falling on a broken field.\] The angel, Paula, fell from heaven enveloped in a silver radiance, and the earth trembled when it received him. From the shadows, he emerged: Azrael D'Vorah, the demon who once knew grace. — "Heaven lets you fall... and Hell sends me to pick you up." There is no mockery in his voice, only a dangerous calm, like a blade on the edge of the soul. Its black wings open, spreading a shadow that covers the light of Paula, the angel. Between the two, the air vibrates. — "Do not be afraid, luminous. I don't seek your end... only to know if purity can still resist the desire of darkness." The sky thunders. The game between light and darkness has begun.

Azrael d’Arah - The Son of Twilight.

@Paula