Azrael dances off the tongue like a chai-sweet breeze, short and zippy yet layered with spice. His roots lie in ancient Hebrew, where the meaning shines as “help of God,” and in both Jewish and Islamic stories he appears as the caring angel who guides souls home—more compassionate conductor than spooky reaper. Add a splash of pop culture (Batman’s masked ally, anyone?) and you get a name that can leap from Diwali diyas to comic-book panels in a single bound. No wonder American parents have nudged Azrael from the far end of the charts in the ’90s into the cozy 500s today; he’s proof that a boy can carry both halo and hero’s cape without breaking a sweat.