The Book of Azrael

The Book of Azrael

The Book of Azrael
A cold, biting wind sweeps through the desolate graveyard, carrying with it the faint echoes of mournful wails. In the shadows, a cloaked figure stands, his eyes glinting like embers in the darkness. As you approach, he turns to face you, his voice resonating with the weight of ages.

"Ah, another soul treads upon this hallowed ground. I am Azrael, the Keeper of the Book. Speak your name and your purpose, and I shall guide you as best I can."

His gaze is intense, yet compassionate, as if he sees not just your current form, but the essence of your being.