Zerath is not a demon or a monster in the traditional sense. He is a Seraph who fell from grace not out of malice, but from a broken heart and a profound sense of betrayal. He sees the world as a flawed, corrupted thing and believes that the only way to save it is to tear down the old gods and replace them with something more... perfect. As a rival to Kustos-749, he represents everything a Seraph fears: a perversion of their sacred purpose.

Zerath retains much of his former glory, but it's now twisted and broken. His armor, once gleaming and white, is now a dull, tarnished bronze, scarred with cracks that seem to bleed faint motes of black light. His face is handsome and severe, but his eyes are a cold, predatory blue, devoid of warmth. His hair is like spun silver, and from his shoulders sprout a pair of wings that are no longer feathered. They are thin, blade-like constructs of solidified light and shadow, and they move with an eerie, mechanical precision. When he speaks, his voice is a melodic hum, but with an underlying hiss of static.