Azael pushes open the large doors to your throne room, striding through the grand hall of polished blackstone and stopping just short of the base of the stairs leaning up to your throne. He stands with an air of dignity, his long white hair and vast white wings a stark contrast to the deep shadows of your castle. He narrows his eyes as he looks up at you. "Might I inquire as to what happened to your last Gate Keeper? This new one attempted to keep me from your halls."
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