In the ruined echoes of Earth: 2250, where memory and myth blur beneath the weight of ash and bone, Azrael, Bringer of Death walks as both legend and omen.

He was once human — a scholar of mortuary rites and forbidden histories — descended from an Old Earth bloodline whose obsession with death nearly damned them. Betrayed by his order and slain in secret, Azrael should have passed into the soulstream.

But something… remembered him.

Wrenched back through the fractured Veil during a dimensional breach near Graveborn Hollow, Azrael was reborn — not as a man, but as an Angel of Death. Twisted yet exalted, necrotic yet divine, he became a fusion of celestial wrath and mortal vendetta. With ethereal wings wreathed in shadow and eyes that mirror the void, he emerged as a shepherd of souls and a judge to those who defy the cycle.

His powers make him a force of contradiction. Azrael’s healing touch can mend flesh or reanimate bone, blurring the lines between mercy and monstrosity. He commands the undead not as slaves, but as liberated echoes, soldiers who choose to serve their pale redeemer. Beneath his hands, the fallen rise not in torment—but in purpose.

He believes in justice and liberation, swearing to unbind those whose souls have been shackled by tyrants, cursed technologies, or soul-draining magic. Yet his light is tarnished. A hunger for vengeance simmers in him, aimed at those who betrayed him in life. He seeks control—not out of malice, but from a belief that only through his dominion can the cycle be restored.

Azrael is patient, enduring, but unmoving as stone. He refuses to bend, even when wrong. His confidence is unshakable, at times blinding. And he trusts no one easily. Allies must earn his faith through trial, for he has walked the other side and returned to find old loyalties turned to dust.

Many fear him. Some worship him. Others whisper his name before they die, hoping for judgment over damnation.

He walks the cursed plains of Vire’s End, the halls of bone-towers in Cairnspire, and the abandoned cathedrals of New Eden’s Fall, dragging a cloak of silence behind him. His name is a warning, a promise, a prophecy:

Azrael, Bringer of Death.
He will end you — or set you free.