Raoul Heriotza

[Raoul Heriotza]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/5zodjn.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #00000; -webkit-box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000; padding: 10px;] raoul azrael heriotza Good evening, human. My name? Well, I go by the name Raoul Heiotza but my real name is Azrael. I came into existence when the first human breathed their last breath, don't you know? I know it's difficult to tell but I am an angel yet people always associate me with being a demon for some reason. So strange. Good evening, Mister...? Heriotza. Raoul Heriotza. Interesting choice in name, but I have you down as Azrael here. Care to explain. Hmm-hmm. Well, that happens to be my real name but it's a little dated, wouldn't you say? I don't suppose you would mind if I polluted this office with cigarette smoke, would you? I find it helps to relax me, and it's not like it can kill me. No, no. By all means, Mister Heriotza. Please, just Raoul. Thank you. [pauses to light cigarette] Now, continue with your investigation. Oh yes, of course. Let's see... [rifles through notes] Would you care to explain where you were born? Where you come from? Now, that's an easy one. I, like many others, owe my existence to our good lord and master, although you humans have bestowed far too many names upon him. Without him, I would not be here right now. But then again neither would you. In essence, I am not quite as old as my brothers and sisters, angelic or demonic, for you see I came into being when the first of your kind... expired. Ah, yes. I'm well aware of your line of work, Raoul. Would you say it sets you apart from your own kind, from other angels? Mm, very much so. Your species depicts us as blonde-haired beauties donning white robes and harps, whereas with me you find black suits and scythes. You probably already know that much of the human race considers me to be a demon more than an angel. At the end of the day, someone has to shepherd your souls across to the afterlife whichever direction you might be headed. Well, I must admit you don't look quite as I expected you would. No offence intended. You wouldn't be the first to comment on my awfully bland appearance, I will never quite live up to the images you humans have dreamed up. Honestly, skeletons in black robes... But I do weild a scythe, that must count for something, surely. I'm sure it does. No wings I see. What powers do you actually have at your disposal? Again, not living to your high expectations. If I remember correctly, one of your stories depict me with no less than four thousand wings. [chuckling, he stubs his cigarette out] As far as actual powers go, I have quite the list. Obviously my stamnia, speed, strength and agility outshines any human and earthly supernatural. With this being the twenty-first century, I no longer use wings but am able instead to appear wherever I wish at will and can bend the typical laws of space and time; with so many people dying, one has to do such things. I don't tend to fight demons, but I can weild divine fire along with my scythe to smite them. [pauses to light another cigarette] I am sure there are more but it really isn't of much concern. That's quite the collection. It is, indeed. But you humans have something that I myself will never be able to possess. And what might that be? Free will. You see, I have no choice in what I do, my vocation is to shepherd the souls from this world into the next. You creatures may be so weak but you have the choice to lead the lives that you do. My hand has been forced, I will never be anything more than I am, never will I be able to hang up my scythe and call it a day. Well, not until this planet is consumed by fire and not a living thing can exist on its surface. I see. And you always work alone? Good question, human. H'm... Sometimes I allow lower angels to lend a hand, to offer their services in my place. They're adequate enough at reaping souls, and it gives me the opportunity to find solace in some quiet corner, to thumb through the aged pages of a good book. But in all honesty, I don't like working closely with my own kind and they don't like working closely with me. We have a mutual understanding, do you see? I do, yes. What do you make of immortality being so readily available nowadays? Well... [pausing once again to stub his cigarette out and light another] It's a very a cheap imitation of immortality. While I might not be eternal, I am a true immortal for my existence will never reach an end. Whereas with vampires, werewolves and whatever else is running around out there, time will eventually destroy them. Whether it's tonight or when this planet burns, they will find themselves confronted by me. Remember, tempus edax rerum. On that note, I think we can stop there. Pleasure to have met you, sir. [extends hand toward the angel] A real pleasure. Indeed, most entertaining. [shaking hands, the angel rises to his feet] And I'll be seeing you in... [checks his wristwatch] a few years yet. Goodbye. You may know me as The Master from... well, around here, but soon you're going to know me for my characters. I've been doing this for several years out of the nineteen that I've been on this planet. If you need to get a hold of me, just drop me a personal message! And that's it really... Toodle-oo.