The Story of Azrael

Off the coast of Lomen lived a husband and his wife. They were not a rich by any means for she was the daughter of a fisherman, and he had worked with her father since he was a young lad, but they were deeply in love and that’s all the two ever needed. The woman discovered she was due to bear the man’s child. They were most happy about the blessing that had been bestowed upon them. Whenever she would talk about their child she would call their it their “angel”, for it was truly a gift from God. But during child birth the mother died giving birth to their son. Heartbroken and furious he cursed the child for taking away his love and abandoned him after giving his son the name of what he was, his little angel of death, Azrael. The boy was taken in by his grandfather and raised as a fisherman just like his father. He had a happy childhood and in his adolescence met a girl named Lily, she was the most beautiful girl in the village. They fell in love and planned on getting married, starting a family and growing old together. But on the eve of his nineteenth birthday, a small Empire expeditionary force had come into port the night before and the soldiers had gone to the local taverns. While Lily was coming home from her grandfathers a couple of soldiers stopped her and harassed her, and although she tried to get around them they kept her, and when she told them off, in a drunken rage they threw her to the ground and beat her, Azrael happened to set for his home shortly after Lily and taking the same path he saw the soldiers beating her, in a blind fury he charged them and they tried to flee but Azrael was to fast, he jumped onto one and took out his knife and stabbed the man to death and then threw his dagger at the second soldier and got him in the back of the leg crippling the man and Azrael ran over to him, took his blade out of the soldiers leg and beat the man until he could not raise his arms anymore. He walked back to his love and saw her laying there dead. He carried her to his grandfather’s home and was then forced to leave his home because The Empire does not take the death of its own well, and Azrael would surely be crucified for killing two soldiers. So he fled his home, broken, alone, and with a grudge burning in his heart that could only be put out with death.