Love the angel that is feared for its appearance and strengths. His image is uncomprehensive to humans but terrifying to darker entities. His name – which you cannot decipher – hangs on the horrified whispers of the deadliest creatures. His halo surrounds his head like the sun but is a gateway to a world of unimaginable horrors.
 He bears no eyes, for he fears you may see the terrors he’s seen. He bears no mouth for he fears you may hear a voice that shatters your eardrums. He worries that, as gentle as he is, his sharpened nails and his rough skin will only break you.
 But love him anyway.
 Because he embraces you in the warmth of his two beating hearts, racing faster when you call out to him.
 Because his wings, brilliantly white and scorching like the sun’s fires, become soft and soothing when he wraps them around you to comfort your sorrows.
 Because he is willing to slaughter and bring you the heads of your enemies (even though you may sometimes insist that it’s not that serious).
 He is an angel that rules over demon and human alike, unfathomed to the point of being no set being. But he becomes human when you give him your love and see him as the gentle being he is, and he is forever grateful to have you.

Vague, could be referring to Batter, but interpret as you will.