Special Guest Blogger: Christian Archangel Azrael

Nope, I'm not the mischievous cat who gets up to all sorts of smurfy shenanigans, i'm the Angel of Death which is quite a crappy cartoon name for a cat I grant you.
I was an Archangel which are a high-ranking class of angels and depending on which religious text you read there was either three, four or seven of us but whatever, we are powerful spiritual beings who serve as messengers, protectors, and agents of God's will.  
However many of us there was, i was particularly close to Lucifer and we had a great time in heaven together but then Lucifer rebelled and was banished to Hell and that sort of thing strains a relationship and anyway, by then i was far too busy fulfilling my role as the Angel of Death.
There is some confusion between myself and the Grim Reaper but apart from him having terrible fashion sense, my job is to transport the souls of the deceased after their death, that's the bit the Grim Reaper does.
I have a scroll with all the details of you mortals and record your names at your birth and erase them on your death but i began out as an Islamic deity called Ezra’ël then the Christians thought we need one of those and pinched me for their new religion which is fine by me although they lazily just called me Azreal instead.
My main boast is that it was I who took the dust from Earth to hand over to God to make man with and i kinda assumed as a reward he would make them in my image but considering my real image is a body with numerous eyes and tongues, 4,000 wings, that would have been a lot of dust so he went with you lot looking like him instead.
For this success he made me the angel of death and taking the souls of the deceased away from the body as well as all the admin that goes with it but i don;lt get to decide when your allotted time is up, that's down to the big guy who, 40 days before the death of a person approaches, he drops a leaf from a tree below the heavenly throne, on which I read the name of the person who's soul i must take.
I can't give away trade secrets but if you have lived a righteous life then i take on a beautiful form and use my sword to extract the soul from the body with care and compassion but if you haven't then the separation is a bit more rough and painful and i arrive in my real form with all my eyes in the right place so if at the time of your demise you hear the sound of 4,000 wings flapping, it may be too late to regret that you skipped Church on all those Sunday morning's.