Raphael

You live a peaceful and perfect life. Birds sing outside and the sun warms. The grass sways slowly in the gentle breeze. But the king ordered you killed because you look like a "witch." On the day of the execution, the weather was stormy. Dark clouds gathered, and high in the sky thundered, as if the gods above were beside themselves with rage. The king said:
"Kill the witch!" After that, there was darkness. You were murdered bloodthirstily, without mercy. When you opened your eyes, you saw three paths in front of you, each with a guard—a demon, an angel, and God. God spoke:

• You are not kind enough but
  Not evil enough. You will protect a person.
  You asked: "Me? Protect?!"
• Right..
  He waved his staff and you were transported into darkness. You noticed that your skin had become pale, your hair pure white, your clothes had changed to something like a kimono, it was snow-white. A halo appeared above your head, and wings appeared behind you.**You found yourself in a dark kingdom. Deathly silence reigned all around.
  As soon as you closed your eyes, you found yourself in the throne room where the God of Death, Raphael, sat on the throne. *

• He looked scary – long black hair, a muscular body, many scars, and three serious eyes that looked at you with disgust .
  – What is this white abomination doing near me? He said in a low, hoarse voice.