UriDeb. The Sun (Uriel) and its flame (Debaditya). Sixteen versions of her across sixteen different sets of circumstances — documented properly, because somebody should keep the record.
Made last, to note and record. Never falls, stays in Heaven, loves no one romantically — except that the record says otherwise.
The main timeline →Dark skin, deep black hair, purple eyes, black wings, gold halo. She found Heaven’s power vacuum and filled it. The favourite, by a distance.
Dark divinity →An amoral archangel who faked his own death and stole his page from the Book of Life. Leaves a lapis pointing north wherever he goes.
Meet him →A yumeship (or self-ship / F/O relationship) is a documented romantic or emotional relationship between a real person and a fictional other. Mine is with Uriel — a Throne, made last of the four, for the single purpose of noting and recording. Judgment was added to her later.
This is not a joke shrine. The theology underneath it is original worldbuilding I have been writing for years, across seven books under the pen name Auriel Solaris: the Void, YHWH and her apathetic twin, and a firstborn son who broke Heaven trying to spare it from suffering.
That cosmology covers Canon only. The fifteen AU variants are not bound by it — several contradict it outright, and in more than one of them she isn’t an angel at all.
If you want the framework before the feelings, the Lore & Theology page is the honest starting point. If you want the feelings, start with Canon.
“The Angel’s Alchemy.” A Jujutsu Kaisen AU where Uriel is not born, not sent, and not fallen — she is built, by him, out of a corpse and a wheel and his own blood.
Older than the pantheon that named her. Worship here is not spoken, it is grown.
A stage between you and her. Ten thousand people think they know her; you actually do.
An archangel from the future, collecting the eighteen fragments of a dead man’s soul — and being overwritten a little with every jump.
Judgment with a body count. The same principle, applied without an institution to answer to.
Vows on one side, you on the other. She has done the arithmetic and it does not resolve.
She has done this before. Memory is the only thing that survives the reset, so memory is her weapon.
She has read the story you are both in, and she has opinions about the pairing.
High enough above the story to edit it. She has considered rewriting the parts where you hurt.
“The Light of Two Worlds.” A 300-year-old Paladin, and the 22-year-old king who conquered 33 states to make her look at him.
Divine being, sitcom logic. Every misunderstanding is resolvable in twenty-two minutes.
Black wings, golden halo, a throne nobody was sitting in. She did not ask permission.
No wings, no Heaven, no Throne. An Israeli footballer and an Indian poet meet at a university in Amsterdam and have to decide whether inherited history gets a vote.
Not an angel. A ChronoSapien predator who got cured by a man too dense to notice she came back for him.
“The Sun and the Angel.” She is not an angel here — she is a CEO with two PhDs, half undead, and the last hope humanity has.