Ramiel - The Fallen Angel

The sun had only just risen… stained by the scarlet heavens bleeding in testament to the genocide that had plagued this land. I could hear the cry of this world, the howls of the dead's resentment, and the flames of war that once ravaged this land. 

"What was the point?" A voice that summoned me said, the righteous indignation still as apparent as always. 

"Metatron, " I began regretting my decision already. Why was I even here? I could literally be getting rubbed down by a nymph right now. They give the best massages. Better yet, I could be watching mortals in the Tower of Babel.

Curse my decisions

"Why don't we get to the point? I'm not your biggest fan." 

"As the former Angel of Hope, I'd have thought you'd hope me a change, man." He said, flashing over the Realm Edge, an ocean off the coast of the City of Arcadia.