Azrael had the ability to look into a persons past and present, their future and see where their names would be penned in his book one day. But he rarely used that ability. He used it primarily to look back when helping the dead and dying. To give them exactly what they needed upon their final moment in the land of the living. And yet he was tempted to do so now. To take a peek. To see beyond Michael's appearance. But he didn't.
"You presence has had more of an impact on my brother, Yves. Destiny is his thing and Fate's the work of Hell. Can't imagine why he might feel dread with your arrival" he said with a light air of sarcasm. "So, we're related. And I'm guessing you're tied to the fiery depths" he added, picking up the glass of whiskey to have a sip.
"So that doesn't leave a whole lot of options unless things are different where you are from and that wouldn't surprise me if that was the case. We've got Angels and Demons from different universes all coming together here in one happy place. So which one of my former brothers is your Father? I'd hazard a guess and say ol' Lucy" he shrugged.
Azrael was doing his best not to let any of his true emotion show. He had a strange relationship with Hell. He had spent a long time dipping in and out of Hell to save souls, giving them another chance in their afterlife with the belief that no human soul should be judged on one lifetime alone. He knew some Demons who he bargained with for safe passage but that was his secret, among many others.