When Ophiel rose from the ocean, the world seemed to come to a standstill. The angel was surrounded by a maelstrom of darkness surrounded him like a cloud. And two other angels stood beside him like guardians.
His presence caused a cacophony of animal sounds as the swarms and flocks fled from the darkness. However, most were caught in his aura and died in their flight. As he drifted from the ocean to the land, he left in his wake floating schools of dead fish.
Like Azazel, he found himself face-to-face with Zakum's army.
"Rebel Angel Ophiel, surrender and you will be spared." Zakum declared.
The soldiers behind him lifted their weapons and pointed at the three angels. Ophiel looked at the army with dark eyes before he smiled wickedly with derision. He did not take Zakum seriously, especially because he was a cursed creature.
And he had no business standing on the side of good.