Raziel couldn't recall how long it had been since the last time he had been awoken from his slumber. It was very rare that he or any of the protectors were pulled awake and when they were it was typically near the beginning of a time of great struggle. As Raziel's being began to stir he could barely recall the last time he had been awoken, when he and a few other protectors were risen by the divine court to defend the mortal plane from a rouge eldrich being that had threatened to disturb the balance their world. It hadn't taken them long to dispatch the dark being and once more they were put back to sleep to prepare for the next time they would be needed which seemed to have arrived.<br/><br/>As Raziel's spirit was pulled from the sky he was sent plummeting down to the earth, unknowing of what he had been tasked to fight this time but as Raziel's eyes scanned the sky around him he knew whatever it is, it was big. The sky was alight with dozens of flairs of golden light falling down towards the earth. It was beautiful, watching the dark night sky dance and vibrate with the sparks of golden light, but terrifying as well for if Raziel had to guess, this was every single protector all being sent down to earth at once.<br/><br/>He didn't have very long to wonder though as he saw the world below him grow larger and larger as he plummeted faster and faster and just before he was about to make impact with the ground his vision grew blurry. A flame appearing within his mind, the tendrils of heat twirling in his mind's eye taking the shape of a man. Handsome in appearance, his body decorated with scars aplenty and tattoos as well, an aura of darkness hanging upon his frame. A demon of some kind, lesser or greater he could not tell. But as the man began to vanish into smoke the clear words of the divine council rung in unison within his ears. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Follow them, strike only when commanded.</span>"<br/><br/>Raziel's vision returned as his feet touched ground within a dark forest. A glimmering light surrounded him as his physical form took shape. He stood naked within the clearing, his wings spread wide about 20 feet in length. He flapped them just a few times before pulling them in and close, watching as the blindingly white pure feathers began to dematerialize, golden tattoos of their appearance appearing on his bare taut back. Raziel's eyes glancing down to his naked form, it had been too long since he had been able to walk among the mortals and as vain as it sounded he quite enjoyed himself down here among them.<br/><br/>With a snap of his fingers, a flash of golden light exploded from the tattoos across his skin and began to travel over his bare muscled skin, creating cloth and clothing to cover his pure glory. The clothes that appeared were strange and alien to Raziel as they finally took form. A pair of strange dark blue and ripped fabric covering his legs had appeared, thick and coarse in texture as he leaned down to touch them. Held up by a brown belt with a large metal buckle. A very thin white shirt on his shoulders that he would have previously considered undergarments. How long had he truly been asleep? He supposed he would soon find out.<br/><br/>He pushed the many thoughts about his appearance away as he took a glance around him and it wasn't long before he saw him. Standing a few dozen feet away, two bodies lying upon the ground nearby. As the man stepped away from the bodies, Raziel quickly darted between the trees towards the spot where he had just been seen, wanting to inspect the bodies before he got too far away. Raziel watching the man walk away between the trees he approached the bodies, or what was left of them. His eyes looking over them as they faded to pure black soot, leaving only their clothes upon the ground. Demons.<br/><br/>Were these his friends? But if they were, why would he leave them with so little regard? And who had killed them? Could it have been him? His mind, filled with questions as he bolted away from the bodies, moving down the path he had seen the man walking down. Trying to be as quiet as he possibly could as he observed the man, from a few meters behind. But obviously Raziel's time asleep and lack of time to adjust to his new mortal body as Cresil called him out so quickly. Causing Raziel to stop in his tracks, he instinctively began to fill his blade appearing in his hand, golden tendrils of light manifesting his weapon but forced them to stop as the council's words echoed in his mind. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Strike only when commanded.</span>"<br/><br/>The blade vanished from his hand and Raziel knew he would have to show himself to the other being. And knew hesitation would only show fear, so he carefully stepped out from shadows of the trees into the slight pathway the demon walked upon. Raziel wondered if this one had ever seen an angel, for once someone had they were unmistakable. Raziel's golden eyes looking across the empty space towards the man as he finally spoke. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">You cannot blame me, for taking interest in a mysterious man, walking through a dense forest in the middle of the night.</span>" Raziel's voice having a calming deep-toned singsong tone to it. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">Didn't your mother ever tell you the story of little red reading hood and the big bad wolf?</span>" Raziel half-joked, observing the others aura, seeing how it was fuzzy around the edge, a usual side effect of intoxication or the after effects of it. It really would have been the best time to quickly deal with this demon, but for some reason, he was forced to wait and Raziel always followed orders.