"It is said that when God wanted to punish the wicked he often sent a certain angel. That angel was me... the Angel of Death.

I was extremely effective at my job.

I  was so in obtrusive about my work that few of my fellow Archangels could be said to have known me.

Following the Fall, I was given the Word of Death to carry out my duties (angelic Words were much less competitive and assigned with less deliberation in those days).

In my research, I learned how to track human souls.

I also discovered that many souls were tainted -- mostly pagan worshipers and humans who were selfless. But God said they were redeemable.

But I also began a secret project.

I started taking lives without God's orders. I found it enjoyable.

I  had discovered that many souls were anchoring themselves to the corporeal plane as ghosts, or to the ethereal plane as immortals.

I found I could use them to supply Essence to my powers. But it changed my form...I lost my wings, turned ice blue, and grew a tail.

God found me out.

This revelation appalled Heaven's angels.

So I was cast out from Heaven . . . but never stopped serving my purpose.

Then God sent Michael

to banish me to a nether-realm on the celestial plane. Bound in a cocoon of ice.

Where I would stay forever....

Unless some fool lets me out."

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