Raziel - Fallen Archangel of Secrets and Wisdom (thefirstfallen) wrote,
"Raziel. I believe someone may have let Mephistopheles go the way of Aristotle." And good riddance, he thought. While he wasn't entirely certain he preferred this permutation of himself, he couldn't deny who or what he was. "How different am I?" His hair was long - down to his abs at the least, but it was no longer the deep, rich black-brown it had been. It was a rich, multifaceted gold, his eyes were not the blank, full-sclera white they were prior to his turn to humanity, but a light, blind blue, focusing on nothing, but obviously facing her lips. His wings - out for the fact that they could be - were still sooty, extremely dirty, but he felt that the soot was shaking off far easier than it had prior to his stint as a mortal.