Azazel

Azazel is a Moonlight Angel. (or what he calls himself)

Azazel is born with a rare genetic mutation that makes him grow another pair of black wings. Seen as a curse and blasphemy in his orthodox clan, he was thrown out along with his sister Lexa who also had the "cursed wings". The two was caught in the deadly blizzard in the Crags.

Azazel was split with his sister during the storm, and when he luckily managed to find shelter, she was gone. He knew she would not have survived and grieved silently while listening to the never ending howling of the cold winds.

The young imperial grew up, learning to fend for himself and learning a little magic along his way. He stumbled across a small town in Snowsquall, and met a wise mage and astronomer who was visiting the town for a rare stone.

The villagers were initially scared and confused with Azazel's deformity and the mage, Amaterasu, decided to take a look at it. The mage had never seen anything like it. With her rare stone, the mage offered to take Azazel back to her clan to study his rare mutation.

So, Azazel and Amaterasu journeyed into the Sunbeam Ruins where he met a small clan consisting of dragons specializing in all kinds of roles. Some were brave warriors, while others were envisioning oracles. Amaterasu and a few other dragons studied him, and told him to learn magic.

After a few months, Azazel had mastered the arts of Magic. But his ice magic never shown as forms of cryokinesis. At first the mages were puzzled. All dragons born to their element was able to control the element. So why can't he? Azazel felt a little left out. He thought of running away. He was never normal, even if he tried. Many feelings overlapped another and he was trapped in a haze of confusion.

So he took a golden cloth, and he wrapped it around his eyes. He swore he would never see those who judged him, he couldn't bare. He didn't talk to anyone, and isolated himself from the entire clan. The clans watched guiltily as Azazel sulked around quietly. Amaterasu felt sadness.

After a few months, he heard about a new dragon had joined the clan. For the first time, he felt a spark of curiosity and interest lit in him. Every dragon called her pretty and she was wise. "My eyes might be Stormcatcher's but my power is not from him. Rather, my power comes from Water." She told everyone, and Azazel overheard.

That was him. He knew magic but they were never elemental magic. What if his power had not come from Icewarden at all? But some other deity? He thought hard on this and decided to do something about it.

One night, when all the other dragons were sleeping soundly, he crept out of his den and into the opening. He slipped the cloth off his eyes and blinked around. The full moon was gleaming brightly against the dark night sky. He looked up at the moon, and felt a tingle. More tingles ran through his spine and he hitched his breath. Azazel felt the moon. He felt it.

He turned around, to see his second pair of wings glowing faintly in the dark. Was this it? It didn't seem too important. He caught sight of a pair of blue eyes fixed intently on him in the darkness. It moved and the creature slipped out of the shadows.