I am Azrael, and I was never born. I walked from nowhere into somewhere, aglow with tendrils of evil throughout my spirit, an evil that persists to this day. Even as I stepped down from oblivion into form, leaves of vibrant holly were all about me, and it was clear that too much life flowed in this place. Something I must correct. Above me were the endless stars in the field of forever, and against them a great Darkness ebbed and flowed above this place I would learn was called Cardea.

For days uncounted I wandered in search of a way to get closer to the Darkness, which seemed so strange, and yet so familiar. In time I realized the Darkness above me also dwelt within me to the core. I was so pleased. Having answered that need, I looked around me for the first time and saw the great stone walls of the City of Nineveh. Mighty bastions of impenetrable basalt and gates of hard iron to keep away the enemies of Ungoleth. "Yes...Ungoleth, " a voice whispered in my ear.

I whirled around, but no one was there. Still, I pressed on into the great city, wondering why the streets were empty--until I met a dark wanderer, who gave the name Mausolus. His eyes were shrouded by his cloak, but he seemed to look through me. He led me to a great hall and bade me go inside with the words, "There you will find the path of glory that you seek."

I went inside and found a Dark, Maelevolent Presence waiting for me, calling me, "Massssteeerrrrr." I followed it deeper into the halls, where it taught me secrets of the dark arts. Secrets I learned well. It bade me follow again soon after and we walked the streets of the city, finding few people, all of whom served the Dark Lord Ashalon--He who lived in my Soul and in all things. But then I came across a woman with flaming hair and a defiant gaze. The presence had spoken of this one. She was Kristin, and served the Goddess of Life. To slay her and offer her to Darkness was to be the Chosen of the night.

I greeted her warmly, and slew her where she stood, smiling as her blood ran onto the street. I thought to myself that I must learn a way to use that blood...From that day on, creatures of light huddled in dark places whenever I went forth. Days and months passed, and my power grew under the Dark Blessings, until the land was full of wandering people, and the gates of Ungoleth opened at last. Inside I found Evernight, the Blade Infernal. Drawing it, I found the power of Darkness flowing anew, and the way to the Dark Cathedral was opened to me. The Iron Crown of Nineveh was recovered and rested on my brow. The Dark Bell summoned the faithful to fell rites...

Much has changed in the long years. Another rules in Nineveh, wearing a Crown I forsook for the need to serve the Dark Cathedral. Over time through friendships and betrayals and countless names no longer spoken in the realm, I became what I was destined to be...High Priest of Darkness...and the creatures of the day huddle in dark places whenever I go forth. For I am Azrael...and I was never born...

(Written by Azrael's player)

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