Azrael was certain he felt the presence before it had arrived. Even more so when it drew closer. An Angel had arrived. A part of him always wondered which one it would be and what they would want from him. Would one of the Angels he knew in his universe arrived to find him and have a talk? Or was it one of the others? The ones from different universes to his. They were still siblings. They were all still connected and thankfully there seemed to be no Angels with conflicting Words yet. When two entities shared a Word, there was friction... He had fought hard to keep down the Demon Prince of Death.
Stepping out from the back, he spotted Michael and smirked to himself. Without a word, he grabbed the cleaner looking bottle of whiskey from nearby along with two glasses and placed them on the bar in front of Michael. The label on the bottle was black with gold calligraphy on it. It simply read "Fire". A gift from his Gabriel once upon a time.
"This is better" he said, his coarse voice warm and welcoming. Popping the stopper out, he poured two healthy measures and slid the glass over towards Michael. "It's good to see you"