Azrael smiled slightly and looked downwards. "I have nothing to hide" he said, before lifting up the glass to take a drink. Draining it, he placed the glass back down with a thunk. Fingers tapped idly on the worn wooden surface.
"I was in exile for a very long time" he started. It felt strange explaining this to another Michael. But he figured if anyone would understand he would.
"Thousands of years ago, the Grigori and I were the same. I was one of them. I was elevated to the status of Archangel for my good deeds to Heaven, keeping souls away from Hell... So I wasn't with the Grigori. They got too close to the people they were watching over. Humanity. They started having kids and the next thing I knew, the Grigori were being pulled up for judgement". He smiled angrily. "So was I, so was my choir. They were punished, and I went down with them. I could have defended myself, I could have defended my choir but I didn't... I chose to stand by my kin and so did some of my choir" he paused, refilling his glass. "The Grigori were executed, as were their children and those who got too close to the Grigori. Thousands of them were slaughtered by David. I will never forgive him for what he did..." he clenched his teeth briefly and calmed himself.
"I went into exile, but I still served God. I did what I could to keep protecting humanity. I failed the Grigori but I would not fail humanity ever again. I kept working, herding souls away from Hell as much as I could even when Dominic stood in my way stationing Angels to the gates of Hades. Away from Heaven I was able to do my work more freely but..." he paused. "I'll never forgive myself for all the lives that were lose. I saw to their sending in the end, I heard their sorrow, their anger and I won't forget any of it"