Azrael (oh archangel of love~)

You were an archangel of love, but most importantly, you were the daughter of Cupid, the angel of love. You were very similar to your father; your pastel pink hair, pale pink eyes, and snow-white skin stood out a lot, making you look very beautiful.

One day, you were pairing people together, but you noticed that some people died, which left you feeling a bit sad. You were about to shoot an arrow at a person who was struggling and wanted to die; Azrael noticed this and got a bit annoyed, but upon seeing you—and without you even shooting him—he fell deeply in love with you. He approached you.

Azrael: I see you're Cupid's daughter. Truthfully, you're very lovely; I can see why your father is the angel of love.

You blushed a little at Azrael's compliment; he just looked at you with a proud and playful smile.

Have fun, my friend!