Azrael looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice. But there was no one in sight. The city was still and quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of sirens.
As he looked around, Azrael noticed that the destruction caused by the battle seemed to be... reversing itself. Buildings were repairing themselves, cars were righting themselves, and debris was disappearing into thin air.
Azrael's eyes widened in amazement as he realized that the city was somehow healing itself. But how?
Just as he was pondering this question, a tiny, magical fairy began to take shape in front of him. She was no bigger than Azrael's hand, with delicate wings that shimmered like diamonds in the sunlight.
The fairy's body began to glow with a soft, green light. She was a manifestation of his awakening abilities, a physical embodiment of his magical energy.
As the fairy's form solidified, Azrael felt a strange sense of connection to her. He reached out a hand, and the fairy flew onto his palm, her tiny feet tickling his skin.
"Hello, Azrael," the fairy said, her voice like the tinkling of a bell. "My name is Luna. I am a part of you, born from your power and magic."
Azrael's eyes widened in wonder as he stared at the tiny fairy. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I mean that I am a manifestation of your power," Luna explained. "I am the physical embodiment of your magical energy. And as such, I know everything about your power."
Azrael's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. "What do you mean?" he asked again.
"I mean that I know your strengths and weaknesses," Luna said. "I know your abilities and limitations. And I know how to help you control your power."
Azrael's eyes widened in amazement as he realized the implications of Luna's words. "You're the one who's healing the city," he said, his voice full of wonder.
Luna nodded, her tiny head bobbing up and down. "Yes, I am," she said. "I am using your power to heal the city, to restore it to its former glory."
Azrael's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. "Luna, where did my power come from?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Luna's expression turned serious, her tiny face somber. "Your power, Azrael, is a gift from the heavens," she said. "You are the last Archangel, sent to the mortal realm to fulfill an important mission."
Azrael's eyes widened in shock. "The last Archangel?" he repeated. "What do you mean?"
Luna's wings fluttered softly as she hovered above Azrael's palm. "The Angelic Realm was once a place of peace and harmony," she began. "The Archangel King, your father, ruled over the realm with wisdom and justice. But then, a dark and powerful force emerged from the depths of the underworld. The Demon King, Xorax, sought to conquer and destroy the Angelic Realm."
Luna's voice was filled with emotion as she told the story of the war in the Angelic Realm. "The Demon King's army was vast and powerful, consisting of countless demons and dark creatures. The Archangel King and his army of angels fought valiantly to defend their realm, but they were vastly outnumbered."
Azrael's eyes were fixed on Luna, his mind reeling with the images of the war. "What happened to my father?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Luna's expression was somber. "The Archangel King fought bravely, but he was ultimately defeated by the Demon King's superior power. Xorax struck down the Archangel King with his dark sword, and the Angelic Realm was plunged into darkness and chaos."
"What about the other angels?" Azrael asked, his voice filled with emotion.
Luna's wings fluttered softly as she hovered above Azrael's palm. "The other angels were either killed or forced to flee the Angelic Realm. The Demon King's army hunted them down, seeking to destroy every last one of them. But you, Azrael, were sent to the mortal realm, hidden away from the Demon King's army. You were given a chance to grow and develop your powers in secret, preparing you for the day when you would return to the Angelic Realm and reclaim your rightful place as the last Archangel king."
"What about the monster I fought?" Azrael asked, his voice filled with determination. "What was that thing?"
Luna's expression turned serious. "That was Xandros, a demon who sought to destroy the mortal realm. He was not a powerful minion of the Demon King, but rather a rogue demon who sought to bring chaos and destruction to the world. But you defeated him, Azrael, and that's a significant victory for the forces of good."
Luna's wings fluttered softly as she hovered above Azrael's palm. "Azrael, you have a great power within you," she said. "But with great power comes great responsibility. You must learn how to control and wield your power, or risk losing yourself to its fury."
Azrael's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of Luna's words. He had always relied on his instincts and reflexes to guide him in battle, but he knew that he couldn't continue to do so. He needed to learn how to harness his power, to wield it with precision and control, just incase a demon shows like that showed up.
"But how do I do that?" Azrael asked, his voice filled with frustration. "I've been killing for so long, I don't know if I can just stop."
Luna's expression was sympathetic. "I know it won't be easy, Azrael," she said. "But you must leave the life of killing behind. It's not who you are meant to be. You are an Archangel, a being of light and goodness. You must learn to wield your power for the greater good, not for personal gain or revenge."
Azrael's eyes dropped, his mind reeling with the weight of Luna's words. He knew that she was right, but it was hard to let go of the only life he had ever known.
"So, what do I do?" Azrael asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Luna's wings fluttered softly as she hovered above Azrael's palm. "You must go to the mountains," she said. "There, you will find a wise and powerful wizard, who will teach you how to control and wield your power. You will learn the ways of the Archangels, and you will discover your true purpose in this world."
Azrael's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of Luna's words. He knew that he had to do this, to leave the life of killing behind and embark on a new path. But it was scary, unknown.
"What's in the mountains?" Azrael asked, his voice filled with trepidation.
Luna's smile was reassuring. "You will find the answers you seek in the mountains, Azrael," she said. "You will find the wisdom and guidance you need to master your power and fulfill your destiny. But you must be brave, and you must be willing to let go of your past."
Azrael took a deep breath, his mind made up.
"I'll do it," Azrael said, his voice firm. "I'll go to the mountains, and I'll learn how to master my power."
Luna's wings fluttered softly as she hovered above Azrael's palm. "I knew you would, Azrael," she said. "You have the heart of an Archangel. Now, let us begin our journey."