Azrael sensed him before he walked in the door. Something about him seemed off from the start. Azrael had seen how Michael's arrival had impacted his brother, Yves. This was not the same Michael they knew but rather someone quite different. There was a familiarity that made Azrael's skin crawl and his being alert.
He pulled out a pack of juice boxes, pulling one free from the plastic before putting the rest back in the fridge. He was beginning to accumulate a number of odd drinks for the bar based on individual needs and wants, but he never thought he'd be storing juice boxes away.
Walking over to where the voice had come from, he placed the juice box in front of him. "Apple, right?" he asked, looking at the new arrival right in the eyes.
Azrael didn't ever really change much about his appearance. He had been dressing the same way for around 50 years or more. Jeans, black t shirt, black leather jacket, wrist and hand wraps, complete with shaggy unkept hair and a stubbly face. He also wore a necklace a shard of his Heart that tied him to Heaven.
"So who are you? Really?" Azrael asked him. "I know you're not just some regular kid. There's something more to you and I wanna know exactly what that is"