While all this was going on a figure dressed in white was watching Azrael's every action. Her face was annoyed and her eyes were full of displeasure every time they rested on Azrael.
But even if he didn't like it she didn't stop Azrael, she let him walk through the ruined temple, even when he reached the room where the sacred feather was kept. She looked at him and rejoiced a little when she saw him tremble.
'Do you feel evil fear?' she said with a smile that was filled with satisfaction.
But when she saw Azrael enter her body froze, all the sense of joy she felt before was gone when she saw him enter the pillar of light. Her heartbeat pounded hard and fast.
'No' She thought, this was not something that should be happening.
Still she didn't move, even if she wanted to move from her spot to get him out of where he was. Her eyes rested on his hands even as she saw him bring his unworthy hands closer to the holy pen.
When she saw him hesitate she sighed, then she saw and heard him.
"It was a soft and clear voice, it was a sacred voice that came from none other than the elder whom she had admired all her life and who had entrusted her with a very important mission.
To stay here and wait for the last hope of the Angel race.
"Major" She said as she looked at the man standing next to Azrael.
At that precise moment Azrael stopped hesitating and took the pen, without him being able to see the two Angels around him he watched as the light from the skylight became more intense and illuminated all around the room.
He was transported to a white room where there was nothing.
"So it's you," said the Angel Major, his three pairs of white, feathered wings resembling those of a dove.
Behind his wings a ring of golden and sacred light, dressed in a clean white humble garment, his toned body was marked in the white garment. His chiseled and sharp face his eyes held an inexplicable gentleness and affection. Her hair was blonde and straight as golden seas.
"I have seen the Angel of Love" Said the young girl the Angel who possessed only two pairs of wings and above her head a halo of light.
"Gabriel, you look so beautiful and healthy my young disciple; but I am disappointed so long by my side and you still do not learn the essence of unconditional love. Perhaps you were wrong to follow before" He brought his hand closer and caressed the golden hair of his disciple.
"No my lord! That is not possible, there is no happier day in my life as when I chose to follow the throne of love" Gabriel looked at the angel of Love, his eyes were full of sadness and mixed emotions.
For he knew that even though he spoke to his lord, this was only a small will that he left behind.
The Angel of Love smiled at Gabriel.
"Then I charge you" his voice sounded like a whisper that echoed echoing in the white world and little by little the angel's body disappeared as if it were dust.
Gabriel stared at the place where the Angel of Love once stood her emotions were conflicted. She looked at the man and the changes that arose in his body.
Azrael's blood red hair darkened to a deep black, but within this darkness were the cries and wails of those he made to suffer. His hair was not the only one to dye under this darkness, his eyes, his nails also darkened under this same darkness.
But it is not that his eyes were dyed black, no his eyes and hair were filled with a dark miasma that is so embedded in his body that the only areas to which this miasma is released is his hair, eyes and nails. If you looked closely you could see in his hair how a dark mist was moving and in his eyes how the darkness was swirling.
This darkness, this dark miasma, is the sins of Azrael. Every death, every day he didn't give thanks, every time he had the chance to be kind and didn't, every torture, every time he had excesses with drugs, alcohol or other things.
But the changes did not stop, all the mana dissipated from Azrael's body leaving his body so weak, from getting used to the strength the mana gave him. The level he once possessed fell back to 1 and then dropped to 0.
His strength of someone of level Individual dropped to the point of being like an average human.
But he could no longer be called human, or rather he was no longer the kind of average human everyone knows.
He is the trash of the trash!
The reason why humans themselves no longer have faith in humanity!
He is a Sinner!
Gabriel stared at him, his eyes were complicated and his face was full of doubts about what he will have to do next.
At the same time Gabriel looked at Azrael as he was waking up.
x-x-x
Azrael had fainted.
'This has to be a serious problem, is it a disease of this planet? Why do I end up on the ground so often?' That was Azrael's first thought as he regained consciousness.
Still groggy from passing out, Azrael started to move a little, but that wouldn't last for long.
Clack!
In his attempt to lift his hand he felt a heavy weight appear on his right wrist, but that didn't stop there when he felt that weight he opened his eyes to see what it was but before even understanding what was happening on his other wrist the same thing appeared, almost with a small millisecond he felt the same thing appear on his feet.
"What the fuck?" Azrael looked at the chains and when he tried to lift his hands he felt as weak as a child, he felt so weak that even when he reached adulthood he wasn't that weak.
Just lifting his hand a little bit required so much effort that he exhausted almost all his energy, just by lifting his hand he felt beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.
"What is this?" wondered Azael when he saw the black chain.
"They are your sins, you have done so much evil, that not only your body emanates that horrible aura but it also manifested itself in those chains. To be honest I think it's the first time I've seen such long chains."
A voice in front of Azrael answered his doubts and he immediately turned to see who it was.
The woman had blonde hair and golden eyes, she was wearing a white robe which was simple but beautiful her figure was hidden behind the white garment, but you could still notice the relief of her chest in her clothes. But that was not so remarkable, what was more important were the two pairs of wings behind her and the golden halo on her head.
Without giving Azrael time to even make a comment, of course that comment would have been unnecessary and rude. Gabriel didn't feel like spending time with her so the sooner he could give her her first mission the better.
Then she wouldn't have to see him anymore.
"I am Gabriel, an Archangel. What is universally known as someone of Solar level. But that is not what is necessary, you Azrael a sinner. You have taken our legacy and heritage, and even if you don't like it you will become an Angel, don't worry I have the means to turn a sinner like you into someone righteous like ours."
Her voice was full of confidence and dignity, a righteous and pure presence. Gabriel even emanated a golden aura that illuminated the white room, before that light that Gabriel released Azrael closed his eyes with discomfort.