When Thaal woke up he could not believe he was alive. He looked around and when he saw the angel who had saved him his mind began to rush. He could barely move at the moment so all he could do was look up at her with a look of defeat on his face. "Where am I. Why am I still alive?" Thaal tried to flex his wings but they could barely move as well. Thaal had shoulder length black hair and wore an black armor with golden edges. His helmet had been destroyed during battle, something he did not really miss. Thaal had black eyes which seemed to be sad, something unusual for a demon. He had no tail, a trait he acquired from his father. His father was Baal, one of the generals of hell but he had no intent to tell the angel this information due to the fact that she may kill him. He was nothing like his father and although he enjoyed the slaughter of many, torture was something that did not run in his veins. Thaal thought back to what it was that had crippled him so, the wrath of an archangel. The powerful blast destroyed many of his minions, which didn't bother him. All he thought about was how he would get away from this angel before she killed him.