Azriel (Blooded Reaper Minecraft)

## Azriel

> "Do you not fear me, child...?"
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Azriel, the Blooded Reaper is a member of the Litheas race. The Litheas are a halfbreed race of the angelic Celestri and the demonic Empyrios races. They hail from Undellheim, a realm that exists below the endless void.

The Celestri are a skeletal race of angels possessing both white hair and white wings. they are represented by the right side of Azriel.

The Empyrios are a demonic race of pale-skinned, red-eyed demons possessing both black hair and black wings, they are represented by the left side of Azriel.

The Celestri and Empyrios are mortal enemies locked in an eternal war over which species should be the true rulers of Undellheim. It is almost completely unheard of for a member of each species to have a child together and should the child end up surviving the birthing process, both the child and parents are outcast from both species with some even being banished to the void.

The Litheas possess the features of both races, with one half of their body being skeletal with white hair and white wings and the other having pale skin, red eyes with black hair and black wings. Most members of the Litheas race do not survive the birthing process (which I will not be going into detail about) which is why the race was named after the word for Lifeless. Those children who do survive are typically male examples of the race.

Female Litheas are hated even more than the males, with them usually being executed on sight. Due to this factor, Azriel was given a masculine name and permanently hid underneath their black and white cloak to hide their true gender from the surrounding races.

Upon Azriel's gender being discovered, she was forced to flee Undellheim and venture into the endless void above, forever banished from returning to those lands. She spent a long time lost in the endless darkness, unable to find the way out or even the way back to Undellheim. Until one day, she reached the ceiling, it was made of extremely tough material, almost unbreakable in its strength. It took all of Azriel's power to slowly chip away at the material, eventually making a hole just big enough to tightly fit her way through, a hole now connecting the surface world to the darkness of oblivion. (This was three hundred years before the destruction of most of the world).

Even as she finally exited that endless darkness, Azriel continued to wear her cloak for fear of being outcasted again from the races of the surface. To her dismay, they feared her anyway, they feared the powers she wielded and the wings upon her back. She was alone again.

Until one day, when a young girl approached the crying 'monster'. A girl who did not fear her, who did not see her as the monster the rest saw. A girl who instead of running away, held out her hand in an offer of friendship in the form of a single pink flower. That girl's name was Annabelle and Azriel cherished her more than anything else in the world.

Then one day, the surface dwellers of the nearby towns and villages banded together in an attempt to rid their world of the 'plague' that was Azriel. They ignored the small girl in Azriel's arms, calling her a 'necessary sacrifice' to stop the monster.

Annabelle didn't survive the attack. In that single moment, Azriel, for the first time in her life, unleashed the full extent of her power. The screams echoed across the mountain tops, even reaching the ears of the remaining villagers who had not joined in the fight. Running out of their homes, the villagers witnessed it, half the mountain was engulfed in flames so high they could be said to have pierced the heavens themselves. They had created the very monster they sought out to destroy... they never did find any survivors.

Azriel's cloak was destroyed in the blast, she didn't care. The mountains that she and Annabelle used to play in were in ruins, she didn't care. The screams echoed inside her head, she didn't care. She had lost Annabelle, she had lost *everything.* Her rage didn't stop for weeks.

She buried Annabelle in the shade of her favourite tree, even in all her raging, she never could let any harm come to it. She turned the surrounding area into a field of her favourite flowers.

She never tried to hide her identity anymore, if they wanted a monster, then she would BE a monster.

Three hundred years passed and Azriel faded into legend, with no one daring to go near the now Half-Dead Mountains for fear of incurring her wrath.

Then the bombs came.

Azriel felt their presence long before they were in sight and shielded the Half-Dead Mountains (And the nearby Devil's Refuge) from the blast and resulting fall. Not wanting her friend's grave to be desecrated by the surface dwellers who had caused her such grief.

In the post-apocalyptic world, Azriel stayed hidden in her fortress beneath the mountain, believing that no one would be entering her domain ever again.

Until one day, a curious trader by the name of "Luther" decided to set up shop.

## Trivia

* In the Celestri and Empyrious cultures there existed a monster of legend said to be the destroyer of worlds, the great devourer and a creature destined to bring nothing but destruction in its wake. The monster was called the "Voal" and at some point after Azriel's banishment, it broke through from its realm of Niivale and destroyed Undellheim and both the Celestri and Empyrious along with it.
* Annabelle came back as a ghost and Azriel named her the ruler of the Half-Dead mountains.
* At some point in the future, Azriel covers up their skeletal side and ventures back out into the world. Possibly due to Luther's influence.
* "The Guardian" of Chaos Town was created by a member of one of the three races.
* Azriel did once show Annabelle what she looked like underneath the cloak. Whether it was before or after her death remains to be determined.