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My name is Azrael :)

Some angelkin info about me:

I’m angelkin, and I’m trying to uncover more about my past as an angel! I don’t remember much, but occasionally I’ll get vivid waves of unexplainable emotions that I consider to be memories

I am the Archangel Azrael, most notably known as the Angel of Death, but I prefer to see myself as the Angel of Rebirth

I’m a fallen angel—I have had memories that I can’t describe but they felt like I was falling from heaven. I want to unlock more memories and find out what I did as an angel and why I fell

Before my fall, I think I was an Archangel Virtue of the second triad of angels, but it’s a pretty hazy memory

I’m not angry about falling, to be honest I feel rather at-peace but slightly melancholy about the whole thing. It was a very sorrowful experience to fall, but now I am feeling very peaceful and content. Whatever I did that made me fall, it was probably justified, or at least I don’t feel guilty about it

I am not a Seraph angel, but I may tag things with #seraphkin or #seraphim for the exposure to other angels on here who are like me (fun fact: my favorite choir of angels is the Seraphim, and I’m a little upset that I‘m not a Seraph lol)

Even though I’m fallen, I still feel a very strong connection to angelkin identities, and I relate more to and prefer angelic things rather than demonic things. My wings may be black, but my soul sure isn’t! lol

If you post/reblog lots of angelkin stuff, please reblog this post! I’m looking to follow more angel folks! :)

♡ I hope you learn to love yourself and you gain lots of confidence soon because you deserve it, you’re lovely ♡

Every time I think of qualities to describe myself, Angel, I hear nothing of God. He or She or They are of no impottance to me.

I did not live in a heaven, but simply on a different plane of existence. Everything was beautiful. I weeped for all of the beautiful things I saw.

And every angel was born with the innate ability to feel a full range of emotions all at once at any given moment of the day. So we cried and we felt wrath and we conquered and we felt joy. And we looked so different. Not entirely human at all. With many eyes, many hands, many wings, in many colors. Everything under the sun, which was not present in that plane of existence.

And we could see into other planes. Most of us loved to watch humanity. Whether it triumphed or failed it was so interesting and different that it was a thrill.

I loved how much I hated humans. They were so small and cute and needed to be treated tenderly but also made me feel angrier than anything I’ve ever felt.

Angels were also not soft sweet humble beings. They could be, albeit, but I know I was tender, I was demure, I was graceful, I was empathetic. And I was also wrathful, petty, conceited, and selfish.