A lost soul wanders the depths, thousands of miles away from the nearest civilisation. His skin is pitch black, his frame skinny, lacking all muscle mass and fat. A walking carcass, maybe he's cursed. He wears black garments lined with silver and red jewels, most likely to be Ruby or bloodstone.
The figure limps around, slaughtering any creature it can get its hands on, trying to consume enough to survive.
"Hey," a shadowy figure approaches the carcass of a man, "You're a fallen one, correct?"
The figure's attention is drawn by this phrase.
"What's it to you?" The man asks.
The figure reveals himself. He's a tall man wearing white and a commander's hat of an army the soul can't recognise. His skin is fully white, same with his hair just like an angel. His hair is long and messy, around back-length.
"You're an angel, aren't you." The soul says.
The man looked taken aback, like he had just been called a whore. Stunned by the awful insult he quickly corrects the soul, "No, I'm not. I'm something completely different."
"I'm Grim, Fallen god of Death."
"Yeah, and why would the God of death be here, why would he hold any interest in me?" The figure attempts to just walk on, ignoring Grim.
"Anor listen to me," Grim stares at Anor, directly into his soul, "I know it's you."
Anor looks back, his posture limp from lack of energy, enthusiasm or a curse, it's hard to tell.
"How do you know it's me?" Anor clenches his fists before falling to his knees, his upper clothing shifting slightly to reveal white scars, obviously done by holy weapons.
"OH, how could I not recognize the pitiful form of the heaven's once proud soldier, the cleanser himself falling to his knees just over the mention of his name. I never thought I'd see the day." Grim walks over to the cowering fallen angel, landing a powerful kick to his ribs.
"Gahh-" Anor starts quickly panting as air from his lungs is drained from the powerful blow, "FUCK!"
"Anor listen to me, I'll give you a chance."
Anor looks up at Grim, a hint of pain in his eyes.
"I know why you were exiled Anor, I'll help you. I'll help you MASSACARE THE HEAVENS!"