I am Raziel.
I do not say it as though it were a name I chose. I say it because it is the only thing I have left after everything else was torn from me, claimed, devoured. And even this name, at times, seems too big for what I have become.
Every time I write these words, I still feel the weight. It is not a metaphor. It is something more concrete and dirtier. It is the weight of every soul I claimed with the Sword. Souls I did not choose, souls I took because Kain had ordered me to, souls I swallowed knowing they would never again be free. Those souls did not leave when I stopped being flesh. They merely changed prison.