Azrael sipped his drink and listened, leaning against the bar. To Azrael, Magic and Essence were the same thing, just different names. Like how games used mana to cast spells, Essence was the thing that fuelled magic spells and other things. Places of power were filled with essence, and his bar was slowly but surely becoming that. Just like the nearby church.
"God's been quite for a real long time" he said, pushing himself back to stand up straight again. "I heard Gabriel received visions from God and Yves was the only one who apparently still talked to God but who knows?" he shrugged, folding his arms across his chest. "I've served Death more than I've served God when it's put out like that. We all serve our Words, each of my brothers and sisters, and in turn, we all become them. Should meet the Archangel of Plants, she's a blast" he grinned. "She's got a habit of calling her Servitors Hon".
He paused, chewing on the inside of his lip, mouth closed. "So what brings you to Preya anyway?" he asked.