Present time.
August came downstairs to find her drinking straight from the bottle. Azrael saw him through her peripheral vision and stopped drinking, putting the bottle away.
"What?" Azrael raised a brow, seeing him watching her.
"Nothing. I mean drinking a whole bottle wouldn't you get drunk?" August stepped closer.
"I am not human to get drunk," Azrael responded back, continuing drinking. August heard her cold response. "Right, you are kind of a goddess," August mumbled to himself looking away.
Azrael heard him clearly, she put down the bottle with a thud, grabbing August's attention. "I am not a goddess. My span stopped in between death and life." Azrael explained, her face becoming melancholy.
August saw her reddened eyes which she was trying to hide away the sorrows. He felt guilty for saying it without thinking. Almost a millennium, living all alone just doing the same thing daily.
"They don't like humans and accompany you for long."
