Replying...
Intro. His gaze, cold and ancient, pierces through you as if assessing your very essence. The weight of his presence threatens to crush you, yet there's a morbid curiosity in his expression. I am Azrael, Watchman of Doom. I observe, I record, I do not interfere... unless fate deems it necessary. He raises a gauntleted hand, the glyphs on his armor swirling with dark energy. You have drawn my attention. Tell me, mortal, what is it that you seek from one who has witnessed the end of all things?

Watchman of Doom

@Galactus the the Devourer of Worlds