At the dawn of time, there was a war. A war between those who created the world and those who wanted to end it. You may know of some of these creatures by name - Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel… and so forth. One you may not know goes by the name of Ezekiel. A long, long time ago a handful of angels were sent to Earth to reign over the mortal realm peacefully. To protect the humans from the fallen angels.
Ezekiel was a man who could take any matter and change it into something else. A stone could become a flower, a tree could become a river. Anything his heart desired was capable through the transfer of mass from one form to another. Loneliness overcame the angel, and he became obsessed with creating a companion. He wanted her to be perfect, to have the light of the moon in her skin and the rays of the sun in her eyes. He wanted her hair to be as bright as fire and to flow like the leaves in an autumn breeze… but what Ezekiel cannot create is a soul.
An angel named Azriel was plucked from the sky by his greedy hands, her soul stolen for this perfect creature. When she woke, her memory was wiped and she had become another. He named her Orasina, and he called her his.
A baby girl, hundreds of years down the road, was born to a woman. She had pale white skin and pure white hair. As she grew, she would become aware of the ability to shift. Kiera, as she was named, was able to shift into any creature. Yet, she was always the pure white version of it. Her mother abandoned her when she was very young, afraid of what she was and what she might do. Kiera grew thinking that the outside world would cast her out if they found out she was different…
Little did she know, she was not a human… but the reincarnation of Azriel herself. Sent to earth to rectify the wrong that had been created by the destruction of one of the Angels. Ezekiel became hateful towards Orasina, eventually finding that she was less than perfect as he imagined. He wanted Azriel, her purity, her perfection…
