Remiel

The last of the seven great archangels found in the Book of Enoch, a text said to be written by the Biblical patriarch Enoch, who was taken by God into Heaven in both body and soul and made into the highest of all angels, Metatron.    It was said that Remiel, whose name means the Mercy of God, was the archangel who had been set by God over "those who rise." In other words, the archangel of resurrection. Some sources claim that he was not only an archangel, but also one of the 200 Watchers, who fell to Earth and took human mates, spawning the monstrous Nephilim.

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Upbeat, friendly, intelligent, dutiful, and optimistic. Someone who could stay composed even if the rug was being pulled out from under him. To most, he seems infinitely good natured, energetic, and even a bit innocent, always wearing a big smile or a wry grin. Though he does have the capacity to be serious, this facet rarely comes out from behind his ‘genki guy’ persona.    Underneath however, there is a hollowness born from the rejection of his being from the World. Looking into his eyes, one gets the sense that the flicker of whatever he has that approximates life is buried deep down, like a single golden star in a black night, smothered by an abyss created from instantaneous eons of nonexistence.    Because of this way of being, and his closeness to souls, he is very good at sympathizing with humans - but he will never again be able to empathize with them. In particular, he has a soft spot for the downtrodden, forgotten, and hopeless; in short, those people whose existences are neither remembered nor recounted by anyone but him, yet who still unquestionably 'were'.    During his time in "nonexistence," he could not even be said to have a recognizable personality. Rather he could be thought of as nothing but a will that is constantly seeking ways to return to the world along with the souls of all humanity he has collected.

Sheol Agoleh

Remiel’s domain; the ancient underworld of Sheol that exists as a shell surrounding the Root itself. The canvas upon which human souls are painted. A vast, swirling, dissociated vortex of thoughts, feelings, desires, histories, and wills of all humans, free of even space and time.    Though this place has indeed risen out of humanity, it has gone down a path that the humanity of the normal universe could never tread, even in pruned timelines. As a result, inside Sheol is a world that looks nothing like anything upon the Earth. It is a place of strange, dark, twisting formations, that dissolve and recreate themselves as they rise and sink from the warping ground and sky. Shining in the darkness are swirling cracks, holes, and fractals of light and color: the record of souls that Sheol keeps. Each one is a window to the Root itself, engraved into the fabric of this place by the birth, experience, and death of each human. Through his authority, Remiel is capable of opening said windows, creating one way paths from the Root into Sheol, bringing about massive quantities of magical energy, pure forms of the concepts of humanity, and even true resurrection.    None besides him should be able to exist in this place. It is only through his merge with it that he can. Any besides Remiel who did manage to find themselves inside somehow would be spiritually shredded by the infinite, and often oppositional forces, experiences, and wishes that make up the souls of humans. Usually they would not even reach this point, however, as simply coming into contact with this domain should atomize any being with a soul in an instant.

Remiel is a young, rather slim man of average height. He has light skin and messy, medium-length, pitch-black hair. Though most of the time his eyes appear to be closed, when he opens them, they are a crackling mixture of gold and bronze.    In his First Ascension, Remiel wears the futuristic looking white garb of the angels, with a waist cape, and cloak, the whole thing accented with orange. Behind him, his white wings arc up behind his head to create a circle before sloping gently downward on each side. His halo in this form is a small, flat, white band.    In his Second Ascension, his wings have become ethereal though still remain white. His clothing is now more intricate, and has shifted colors from white and orange to black and orange, while his halo is now larger and black. Parts of his body are also faded away into dust and smoke that swirls around him.    In his Third Ascension, he now has ten physical wings, a representation of the “ten aspects of God, existence, and the soul,” though they are not feathery, but rather seem to be floating, cracked shards of opaque white glass with a small colored light (each a different color) burning in the middle of each. His uniform is now black, gray, and white, and his halo is no longer over his head, but is now a series of black, concentric rings behind his body that glow in white and have small white “pins” of light emerging from them. Finally, his body has been reconstituted and he is once again whole.    Remiel’s Final Ascension shows him in the same form as in his 3A. His ten wings are curled around to his front, and each of the points of light is shining brightly, concentrating on a sputtering white singularity that floats just above the palm of one hand, and which he stares down into with a smile.    The easiest way to describe Remiel’s True Form would be a colossal, constantly moving vortex of gray wings tinged with black. Multicolored fractals of energy peek out from within, a representation of the souls of Sheol. A collection of eyes and spindly hands can also be seen poking out or shifting around beneath, tending to and manipulating the fractals. At the center of the vortex is a floating ball of glowing white, bright as a star, and covered in ten eyes, each of which seem to dissolve and remanifest across the surface in random places every moment. They constantly look out in different directions to survey all the souls contained in the great tide around him. The whole of this body is constantly moving and pulsating in a bizarre rhythmic pattern, seemingly turning itself inside out and outside in. In this form, Remiel has a massive “spiritual gravity” that tugs at even the barest fragments of souls and attempts to pull them in, even going so far as being capable of pulling lost energy from the souls he has collected back from the Root.    Remiel’s attacks feature floating black shards that are crystallizations of Sheol. These shards themselves can be used to attack, or they can instead expel patterns of energy in bizarre fractal shapes. In his 3rd Ascension, attacks instead come from the lights within his wings.