Her behavior had warped to match that of her peers, for she had also become a cruel being that inflicted psychological torment on her enemies and subjected those that displeased her to horrible fates. However, neither her own battle prowess nor that of her forces could disguise the fact that Zariel was reckless and rash, relying on her troops' berserker rage and her own determination to win her fights.

She prized zealous fury as much as discipline and training, and led her troops into battle herself with iron resolve, leaving many a structure in ruin as she carved her war path. Zariel was a warmonger obsessed with battle, someone who lived to fight and judged others on their combat skills and willingness to use them. Her blindfold was abandoned, fully revealing eyes that glowed with white-hot rage, and she had lost one of her hands and replaced it with a flail. Īfter her descent, she took on a more diabolical appearance a halo of fire burned atop her head, her once fine skin seemed scorched, and her angelic wings, ruined by flame, took a leathery appearance.

Zariel's original form was that of a beautiful solar with precious skin, gold-feathered wings, and a blindfold covering her eyes.

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