Soul: Azrael, the Messenger of Death
Passive Effects:
1.Messenger Between Realms Azrael can communicate telepathically with beings across vast distances.
Secondary: Messages sent can also carry feelings or mental states, subtly influencing the recipient's emotions (calm, urgency, fear).
2. Death's Touch:
In the presence of death, Azrael's presence becomes comforting, easing the transition for dying souls.
Secondary: He can sense the life force of those around him, identifying those closest to death with pinpoint accuracy.
3.Realm Step:
Azrael can instantly move short distances through shadowy portals.
Secondary: He can also transport one willing or unconscious being with him, without being noticed by enemies.
Active Effects:
1.
Azrael can take fragments from the souls of the dead or dying, temporarily gaining one of their abilities and reading their memories of their biggest regret.
Secondary: The fragments can be stored and used later but will decay after a short time.
2.Azrael summons a spectral scythe, damaging all souls within range based on their remaining life force.
Secondary: Those hit are marked, slowing them and reducing their strength for two turns.
3. Judgment's Call:
Azrael can judge a soul instantly, granting protection (damage shield) or condemning them (increasing incoming damage).
• Secondary: If Azrael has recently extracted a soul, this effect lasts longer and is more potent.
4. Passage of Souls:
Azrael can open a temporary passage to another realm, allowing him and his allies to evade or reposition during battle.
Secondary: If traveling through the realm of the dead, Azrael can summon spirits for assistance.
Jarak absorbed the information. Azrael's powers were chillingly efficient. Unlike Lucifer's brazen, manipulative control, Azrael's influence was calm, guiding, and final. He moved between realms like it was second nature, subtly influencing events from the shadows. His abilities, though quieter, had the weight of inevitability.
Why are their abilities so different from earlier? I literally saw them last week and their abilities weren't even half as long. Checking their souls again but focusing on their ranks revealed they were both still the same rank.
"Okay, maybe he's just as bad," Jarak muttered to himself. What type of Sorcery is this. Azrael's power wasn't obnoxious like Lucifer's—it was haunting, something felt more than seen, guiding the final moments of both life and battle but still they shouldn't have been so different from a week ago.
Looking back at the twins, Jarak asked " Is this why you were so calm even when we were talking about facing a chaos's fragment."
I was wondering how long it would take for you to notice that are abilities were different. How much did you see? Lucifer asked did it happen to mention something about a devil's deception.
"Looking back at Lucifer's it didn't " No Why do you ask. Jarak questioned.
So it can even trick your sliver gaze. What about Azrael did it mention a cloak of some kind?
" No, Again why do you ask," Jarak sighed."
Because we gained some interesting new abilities that allows for the cloaking of our real information. Did you notice how powerful reconnaissance abilities were that isn't even half of the actual abilities he gained. He even found a way to use his excess rage productively.
"Now I understand why he's so calm all the time," Jarak thought. "He is trying to hide his anger? . His power speaks for itself; did they gain a enlightenment from the sources themselves that turned Azrael's rage into power. Now that Lucifer mentions it, his ability the detachment from the Mortal Plane is now gone.."
rak paced back and forth, agitated. He kept trying to focus, but every time he reached for his most reliable tool—his Silver Gaze, the one thing that kept him ahead of the game, that let him see beneath the surface of everyone and everything—it had failed him. Not once, not twice, but three times in the same day. And with every failure, he felt more exposed, more vulnerable. It was like he'd been stripped of his greatest advantage.
"I can't believe this," Jarak muttered under his breath. "I feel naked out here, completely naked without it."
From the shadows, a voice cut in, playful and dripping with sarcasm. "Isn't that ironic, though? The guy whose whole power is making other people's most sacred parts naked to his eyes is complaining about feeling naked when he can't make others naked. Priceless."
Jarak stopped dead in his tracks, his irritation turning into confusion as he glanced around for the source of the voice. Stepping forward from seemingly nowhere was a man Jarak hadn't seen before—or maybe he had? It was hard to tell with this guy. He had a certain vibe, like he could blend into the background of any situation until he decided to be noticed.
The man had an impish grin, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous sparkle. "Name's Kale," he said casually, like they'd known each other for years. "You know, master of observation, breaker of illusions, professional instigator of awkward truths. I specialize in making people, well… a little more exposed than they'd like."
Jarak blinked. "Kale? What the hell are you even talking about? How are you in my mind? This is a closed destination, not a tourist attraction."
Kale shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against a nearby pillar like he had all the time in the world. "You know, exposing people. It's kinda my thing. You can see people's souls, but I take it a step further. I don't just see what people want to hide—I see what they're really made of, down to the embarrassing details. So when I heard you whining about feeling 'naked,' well… I couldn't resist pointing out the irony."
Jarak scowled. "I'm not whining. That also doesn't answer my question. "
Kale raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. "Sure, sure. But come on, you have to admit, it's kinda funny. The guy who can peek into everyone's inner self, see their hidden depths, feels 'naked' when his own tool stops working. It's poetic."
Jarak crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at Kale. "So, what? You just show up to crack jokes and make things awkward?"
"Mostly," Kale replied, completely unabashed. "But also, I'm here to help. Maybe. If it's entertaining enough." He flashed another grin. "I mean, someone's gotta help you cope with the existential crisis of not being able to make everyone else feel metaphorically naked, right?"
Jarak couldn't help but roll his eyes, but deep down, he knew Kale had a point. There was a certain irony in the situation. He'd relied on his ability to stay ahead, to always be in control, by knowing the hidden truths of others. And now that he couldn't, he felt off balance, stripped of his usual certainty.
"Well," Jarak sighed, trying to regain his composure, "if you're done pointing out the obvious, do you actually have anything useful to offer? Also how the hell did you get in here?"
"I was always here from the very beginning from the second you started forming your domain watching you."
"That's not creepy at all. Chaos call the royal guard."
I was kidding I was kidding the man sighed as if I ruined his best joke. I was having a very fruitful conversation with him pointing at Thor who paused mid chew of popcorn.
" Where in the hell did you get popcorn? Why did you not share? Thor pointed to azrael who pointed to Lucifer who pointed to Chaos who pointed back at Lucifer.
"about life as a higher order being when he suddenly disappeared on me leaving me with a 400 dollar tab the man can drink . So I followed him to see what was so important to ditch me for. The man said striking the weirdest, most awkward pose I've ever seen. He had 1 hand behind his back 1 next to his hand he was standing on 1 leg and his other over his head his shoe directly in front of his face so close that if he stuck his tongue out he could lick it and holding up left ring finger.
Taking a second glance at Thor who was suddenly choking on popcorn "Oh lord, please help me. What did I do wrong to deserve to deal with these sinners looking again at them he thought weirdo's?"
Jarak stared at the chaotic scene unfolding in front of him. Here he was, moments away from facing a fragment of chaos itself, only to find himself at the center of a bizarre spectacle that felt more like a drunken tavern night than a meeting of deities and mortals.
Kale's ridiculous pose continued, as if he thought it was some kind of impressive display of agility, though it was more awkward than anything. Jarak couldn't help but rub his temple, feeling the frustration build up inside him.
Thor, still choking on his popcorn, finally managed to recover, slapping himself on the chest. "By Odin's beard," he gasped, "where did this clown even come from?"
Jarak shot Kale a look that could have withered a lesser being, but the impish man seemed utterly unaffected. If anything, he looked even more entertained.
Lucifer leaned forward, clearly amused by the chaos. "You know, I think this is exactly what we needed. Tensions were getting a little too high. Besides," he smirked, "watching Jarak deal with existential dilemmas and comedians at the same time is more entertaining than I could've hoped for."
Azrael, ever the somber presence, shook his head but couldn't suppress the faintest hint of a smile. "There's a time and place for everything, but perhaps this chaos is appropriate, given the circumstances."
Jarak threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. "Am I the only one who feels like we're getting further away from solving the actual problem? We have a chaos fragment to deal with, and we're wasting time with popcorn, bad jokes, and whatever that pose is." He gestured toward Kale, who was still standing like some demented flamingo.
Kale finally dropped the pose and stretched casually, as if the entire performance was just his warm-up. "Relax, man. Chaos is all about unpredictability. You think you can just plan for everything, but sometimes the best way to deal with it is to embrace the absurd."
Jarak scowled at him. "Embrace the absurd? I've spent my whole life staying ahead by knowing what's coming, by controlling the variables. This—" he gestured to the room, to Thor's thunderous popcorn crunching and Lucifer's smug grin "—this is not how you stay ahead of the curve."
Kale's smirk softened, just a little, and he met Jarak's gaze. "Maybe that's your problem,