Role

Chapter 1

Screaming into the material plane from the Elysian fields the angel known as
Batomel knew he had been called by dark souls, and was ready to try to burst
the circle and deliver the only peace evil can know which is death. The
moment he coalesced into being he knew something was horribly wrong, the
circle was a permanent construct made of gold, silver, and precious gems.

Drow magi stood around him all male and all chanting words of containment and
concealment. Batomel fought and raged against the circle but it didn't even
budge. After the magi were sure the angel was secure they all left him
without saying a word. After thirteen days without seeing a soul the angel
prayed to his god Whiysdan the lucky lord. A sense of peace overcame him and
the number thirteen echoed in his head twelve times. He knew it was an omen.
With his eyes closed basking in the touch of his lord the door opened and
they led in a 6 year old human child. The drow smiled sweetly at him and
offered him candy. The angel could see the purity and innocence radiating
from the cherubic boy.

The drow led him up to the edge of the circle and urged him to go hug the
shining angel. The angel smiled down at the child and held him in his arms.
The drow began to chant another spell. One of merging and souls becoming
one. The angel felt his body slip as his silver light got absorbed into the
skin of the boy. The angel knew his name was Ty and that he grew up in
galadon. Their souls merged as an Azure was born held captive in a circle of
power by the drow.

The next day the drow came and the angel learned what torture was. He put his
mind up front to protect the innocence of the child as they drained the light
from him. When they finished and he was left dim and panting he asked why.
They told him they would use his celestial magic to make themselves
impervious to the light and then use the light as a weapon to rule the
underdark and take back the drow city from the females. Left with that piece
of knowledge the angel saw the endless horror playing out in his mind. The
endless hosts they would bring as they drained the pure children of their
power.