With the tense atmosphere within this humongous hall, Azrail raised his head to look at the blurry figure. The current him, with the dark cloak, was fully hidden from view. Not even Hera was able to peek into the face hidden here, so keeping his calm, Azrail as DeathMark slowly spoke.
"Queen Mother, the knowledge I gained is something that was whispered to me from death."
The sudden words of his twisted the atmosphere, no doubt having gained the attention of Hera, as the pressure slowly started to get higher. Keeping his posture straight, Azrail continued to speak.
"The reason I used that knowledge was to call upon you so that I could give another piece of information to you, information so important that it had to be face to face."
As Azrail stopped here, he stood there in silence, just looking up at her, seemingly hesitant, waiting for something. The tension just got higher as Hera, frowning within her veil, spoke.
"Go on, speak."
