Alix McAed, originally called Azrael and bearer of titles like Champion of the Corvid Prince, Angel of Death, and god slayer has spent the last few thousand years or so trying to find a place in the world free of Lucifer's pursuit to live in relative peace carrying out her task of collecting on unnatural deaths.

Azrael: the Angel of Death

Even after her curse, Alix liked high up hard to reach places. Zadkiel found her on the little castle's roof. She stood on the parapets, stretched out like she was trying to reach the sky. Her wings were out too, perpetually dripping Hellfire and mercury and spread out long and high. She folded them away when he closed the door behind him, maybe she’d felt his presence. 


“That is dangerous,” he broke his silence even knowing she was immortal. 


“Falling won't kill me,” she replied. 


“But it will still hurt.” She hummed in answer and turned to face him. 


 “I think I still love you, you know,” she paused as if in thought, “I’m not sure I ever stopped loving you.” Zadkiel started to reply, but his gaze fell to his silver cross hanging from Alix’s neck, and his lips pressed into a thin line as his brow furrowed. 


He had a duty to the Caretaker if for no other reason than that He gave him life. 


Chapter 23: Fall