He was going to comment on the aspects. How he had a lot of different appearances to different cultures throughout the ages. Some saw him as a skeletal figure with black wings, robed and hooded. Some saw that same figure wielding a scythe. Some saw him as a pure white angel, some saw him him as a shade in front of a gravestone. There was even a phase where some people saw him as a goth girl with crazy eyeliner. The 1980's were crazy... He had different names around the world and was treated differently by each culture but in the end, he would always be Azrael. He would always be God's helper, even when he was outcast. Death was neutral, Death was eternal peace, death was another step.
No, he couldn't comment, not after the last thing she said.
"The Apocralypse?" he asked, his face screwing up a bit. It wasn't often he heard things that were entirely new to him. He could take a guess based on what she had said, based on how the word sounded but he wanted her to tell him. It was true, mortal humans and God like beings were already bickering in Preya about power. People who could do magic, people who were skilled and had faced combat stood up against God like beings and Angels. Azrael wondered if he truly was some sign of this Apocralypse. Was it true?