Inside Mirai's house, Azrael and Uriel found a moment to speak privately. Azrael was eager to uncover his lost memories, so he turned to Uriel, hoping she could provide some insight into their shared past.
Uriel began to recount their history, shedding light on the moments they had spent together before Azrael lost his memories. As she spoke, the pieces of Azrael's past started to fall into place, and the depth of their connection became evident.
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Azrael's existence stretched back a century before Uriel's ascension to the rank of Archangel. In those long, lonely years, he occupied a solemn post, a silent observer amid the cosmic tapestry of existence. He would often find himself perched on a solitary precipice, a silent sentinel to the ever-turning wheel of fate.
His duty was profound and solitary, one that brought him face to face with the eternal balance of existence. There, he would watch as reapers traversed the mortal realm, guiding souls toward their final destinations. Azrael held the pivotal responsibility of determining whether a soul would ascend to the ethereal realms of Heaven or descend into the fiery abyss of Hell.
This solemn vigil was a ceaseless occupation, and Azrael, who was privy to the weight of every soul's deeds and misdeeds, bore the isolation with stoic grace. Amid the infinite passage of time, he pondered the fragile beauty of human existence, wrestling with the profound questions of morality, justice, and divine purpose.
It was in these quiet moments that Azrael found solace in the cosmos' grandeur and cruelty, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of human existence. But his world was about to change with Uriel's ascent, a meeting that would draw them into a shared destiny, unlocking mysteries hidden within the annals of time.
One day when Uriel was still a little Angel, She was following a lost soul that was calling her. And suddenly absorbed by a portal. Inside the portal, she saw a lot of souls being dragged into Hell. She walked and looked for an exit but she just got lost.
As Uriel ventured deeper into the mysterious portal, her celestial senses were flooded with a disorienting chaos. The passage was a kaleidoscope of swirling energies and souls, each one wailing and writhing in despair. The cacophony of tormented voices reverberated through the ethereal void, echoing their suffering.
Within this chaotic realm, she wandered aimlessly, seeking an escape from this nightmarish maze. Every direction seemed to lead to a new realm of torment, and each step brought her further into the heart of this spiritual whirlwind.
Her anxiety surged when a spectral figure materialized before her. A reaper, a harbinger of death and guide to the afterlife, had come into her path. Its presence was chilling, draped in a tattered robe that concealed its face in shadow. It stood silently, as if assessing Uriel's presence and intent.
Uriel's heart raced as she confronted this enigmatic entity, her celestial instincts warning her of the perilous nature of the situation.
But the Reaper is not minding her because it was about to get the human soul that it is following. When the Reaper was about to devour the soul, she blocked the Reaper's way and protected the soul.
As the Reaper advanced, its skeletal visage hidden beneath the folds of its ominous robe, Uriel intervened. She stood resolute before the ethereal entity, her radiant form a stark contrast to the Reaper's shadowy presence.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Reaper," Uriel implored, her voice tinged with compassion. "I know you're fulfilling your duty, but this innocent soul is not deserving of your grasp."
The ethereal confrontation hung in the balance, a celestial standoff in the midst of this surreal plane where the fates of souls were decided.
Startled by the unexpected presence, Uriel turned and found herself face to face with Azrael. Her heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him. The sight of Azrael's striking and somewhat lonely countenance sent a shiver down her spine. His face, marked by both an otherworldly handsomeness and an air of melancholy, left her momentarily breathless.
Azrael's voice, though gentle, held a profound sense of admiration and respect for her courage. "You are one remarkably brave little Angel," he began, his words dripping with sincerity. "You don't seem to dwell on the potential consequences; instead, you've chosen to shield this innocent soul."
Uriel was rendered momentarily speechless by Azrael's striking handsomeness. She found herself at a loss for words, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. Instead of responding verbally, she offered a warm smile in acknowledgment of Azrael's praise, her heart racing as she stood before this enigmatic figure who had appeared out of nowhere to join her in this perilous situation.
Azrael, still wearing a gentle smile, leaned closer and engaged in a conversation with Uriel. He was intrigued by her perspective and wanted to know more.
"Tell me, how can you be so sure that this soul isn't bad?"
Uriel, still captivated by Azrael's presence, gathered her thoughts and replied softly:
"Because, there is no bad soul that emits a light as pure as this one. It's a light that's untainted by darkness."
Azrael found her response quite profound, and it deepened the connection between them.
Azrael, with a gentle authority, issued an order to the Reaper.
"Step aside. Allow this soul safe passage into Heaven."
The Reaper, obliged by Azrael's command, reluctantly retreated. The lost soul, now free from its grim clutches, proceeded towards the celestial gates, bathed in the radiant light of salvation.
Azrael held his hands aloft, palms radiating with an ethereal luminescence. As he extended his arms, a brilliant light spilled forth, illuminating the surroundings. In the midst of this divine radiance, a tome materialized, its pages aglow with the wisdom of ages. The heavenly book, adorned with celestial symbols, floated gently before Azrael.
Uriel, her eyes still reflecting the awe she felt, couldn't help but inquire about the significance of the book Azrael had summoned. She asked with a curious yet respectful tone, "What is the purpose of that book, Mister?"
With a gentle smile, Azrael responded to Uriel's question and offered a friendly gesture. "You can just call me Azrael, Uriel," he said, his voice warm and welcoming.
Azrael decided to share the secret of the book's power with Uriel. "This book holds incredible energy, Uriel," he explained. "It can only be wielded by someone with a pure heart, and I believe you possess that purity. You've shown me your ability to discern between good and bad. So, I'd like you to have it." Azrael extended the book towards her, his eyes filled with trust and gratitude.
Azrael extended the book towards Uriel, introducing it with a gentle smile. "This, my dear Uriel, is the Book of Enoch," he explained. Uriel's eyes widened in amazement at the revelation. "The Book of Enoch?" she exclaimed in surprise. Azrael nodded solemnly, "Indeed, it holds a wealth of wisdom and incredible power. With it, you'll have the ability to guide lost souls and safeguard them on their spiritual journey. It's a precious gift, Uriel, and I trust you will use it wisely."
Azrael spoke solemnly, his words carrying a weight of both wisdom and trust. "Promise me, Little Angel, that you will use it for good once you become an Archangel. We will meet again."
Uriel, still in awe of the Book of Enoch and Azrael's profound gift, nodded and whispered her heartfelt promise, "I promise."
With those words, Azrael vanished, leaving Uriel alone with the newfound power and responsibility entrusted to her. As the heavenly realm returned to its usual serenity, Uriel resumed her mission, guiding the lost soul towards the light, now armed with the incredible power of the Book of Enoch.
Uriel dedicated herself to mastering the ancient spells contained within the Book of Enoch. With unwavering determination, she delved deep into its pages, honing her abilities in the art of flame magic. As the days turned into weeks and weeks into years, Uriel's power grew exponentially. Her unwavering commitment and the incredible potential she exhibited eventually led to her ascension as one of the revered Archangels.
With her newfound status and the formidable flame magic at her command, Uriel continued her divine mission with even greater resolve, fiercely protecting the realms of Heaven and Earth from the forces of darkness. The Book of Enoch had not only unlocked her potential but also paved the way for her to become a beacon of hope and strength among the celestial beings.
Throughout the years that followed, Uriel never forgot the promise she had made to Azrael. She trained tirelessly, dedicating herself to mastering the ancient spells contained within the Book of Enoch. Her days were filled with rigorous practice, and her nights were devoted to studying the intricate intricacies of flame magic. Uriel's unwavering determination, fueled by her gratitude for Azrael's gift, pushed her to reach unprecedented heights of power.
As the centuries passed, Uriel grew into her role as an Archangel, her flame magic becoming a force to be reckoned with. She defended the realms of Heaven and Earth with unwavering devotion, facing down demons and other threats with unmatched courage.
But amid all her accomplishments, there was a constant yearning within Uriel's heart. She longed to see Azrael again, to thank him for his guidance and to show him the incredible Archangel she had become. Uriel believed that by keeping her promise and using the Book of Enoch for good, she could make Azrael proud.
The years turned into centuries, and Uriel's desire to reunite with Azrael burned as brightly as the flames she commanded. She knew that their paths would cross again one day, and when they did, she was determined to express her gratitude and demonstrate how his trust and the Book of Enoch had shaped her into the formidable Archangel she had become.