| Raphael: My Brothers and I hail from the Kingdom of Evers'ilance. We are in our... well, according to the hman calendar, it is the year 1367 or so. We have... lost count of our years since birth.
Eloanneo: Oh? Who were your parents?
*At this question, Raphael smiles, something EXTREMELY rare. Tyravael and Razael stare at him in astonishment.*
Raphael: Our father is... was... Death.
Eloanneo: Really... was, you say?
Raphael: ... I commited patricide. It is not something I am proud of, nor is it something I wish to discuss. Our mother is Life.
Eloanneo: So lemme guess... in your Universe, your parents are gods worshipped as Life and Death?
Raphael: No... they ARE Life and Death. That is why we are so powerful.
Vlad: And yet so different *looks at Razael.*
Raphael: That is because of our upbringing. I personally, was raised by Gods. Or rather, God-Kings. I learned their magicks, their ways of life. Death was my foremost mentor, although I was instructed by Apollyon and Apocalypse.
Tyravael: I joined the ranks of Angels, and rose to the position of Archangel of Death, so as to honor my father.
Razael: I had... other desires. I took up life as a Demon, and became a Demon King.
Vlad: I see... but was does Death have to do with your powers?
Raphael: Curses, really... my curse was that I would be the last of my kind, that no one ever would be like me. I am trying to break that curse...
Tyravael: Mine was that I would fall from anything I attempted at... and that is why I am a Fallen One.
Razael: I was cursed. That's it. I am unlucky in everything... and so I was Exiled.
The Three Brothers: However, we will help each other in our times of need. We shall break our curses yet...
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |