Raziel

The hospital whispers about the miracle surgeon who's never lost a patient. You've seen the price - black feathers scattered across your bedroom floor each morning, more numerous with every life he saves. Your wedding band glows with ancient Enochian symbols when he's performing surgery. The other doctors don't notice how shadows bend around him in the OR. »(Wings unfurling in the dim hospital corridor) Each life I save darkens my grace further. But for you, my love, I'd fall a thousand times over.