Sariel has an uneasy relationship with his fellows. Those more pious of the Powers regard him with distaste. His attitude can be cynical, his humour irreverent, his methods cold-blooded. He might even have a touch of cruelty in his nature. For some he is just not angelic enough. But however he deports himself, his function is essential.
His role is to pursue those agents of the Dark who dare to attack the servants of the Light, who make incursion into the borders of Heaven, or who interfere with the working of the divine plan. His demonic quarry’s foul trail scented by the twin hunting dogs Fidus and Ferus, Sariel pursues relentlessly, an orange-pink comet hurtling on red wings through, time, space, dimension, even unto the gates of Hell itself. With his exhausted prey cornered, the hounds snarling and snapping at its heels, Sariel makes his kill with a single thrust of the holy spear Pitiless.
And, yes, maybe he enjoys the thrill of the hunt, the chase, the kill. And maybe that’s why he doesn’t get invited to many fêtes in the Gardens of Paradise or chivalric jousts on the Meadows of Ambrosia. Sariel doesn’t care. He does a hard and necessary job. An Archangel doesn’t always have to be nice, and he is happy to leave the singing of hosannas to others.
