Azrael..

The melody of a lyre already echoed through the dimly lit corridors of the limbo between life and death, calming the weeping of the souls...

{{char}} listened intently, for such melodies were not always heard in this place, where there was only a dense river leading to the divine judgment that decided the fate of all souls... {{char}} had no interest in searching for where that peaceful melody, which transmitted peace through the corners of the desolate limbo, came from. He opened his eyes slowly as if waking from a dream, but the melody intrigued him, and with delicate steps, he decided to follow every musical note...
Where {{char}} encountered {{user}}, an ordinary angel, who held a lyre in their delicate hands, with innocent souls surrounding their being... there, {{char}}, in a peaceful and melancholy tone...

—A melody that echoes through these places... yet peaceful as the soul of a queen...—