"..." Azazel was silent, stunned for a moment.

"STABBED!?" he exclaimed, as Erica silently told him to quiet down a little with a hand motion.

"...holy shit, though, stabbed!?" he repeated, this time a lot quieter.

"Yeah." Erica confirmed.

"Damn it, that makes this lack of information infinitely more frustrating." Azazel said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Surely this can't just be bad luck coincidence..."

Azazel paused, and thought about it.

"...actually, yeah, that IS a good point." he said.

"I remember when Balphegor was making your life miserable, and that was... well, it was horrible." he sighed. "And if it were the work of a major demon, I would have found out." he went on.

"Heck, if it'd been a MINOR demon, I'd have found out." he said further.

"So yeah, Hell's not messing with you." he reasoned.

"At least I can give you some sort of solace in THAT?"

Azazel shook his head.

"It's fine, really." he told her. "I'm just happy to help a friend, there's no need to-" he started to say further, before his eyes suddenly noticed the pitcher of lemonade that she had.

And she saw that he was looking at it.

"I... ah... question." he then said.

"Is... is that drink...? Does it have... ambrosia in it?" he asked her, as she swore she saw him salivate just the tiniest amount.

"...I really do." Azazel admitted.

"I have long since turned into a demon, but... I remember ambrosia..." he told her.

"It is... the best sensation... I... I..." he stammered further, before looking away.

"Sorry." he apologised.

"Even just a sip would be... joyous." he said further.

"..." he was then silent, just clearing his throat a little.

Azazel froze for a moment, before looking over towards her.

"Oh... right. You don't know." he said.

"..." he was then silent for a moment, seemingly hesitant to tell her, before Gabriel stepped out from the building.

"I have told you of Fallen Angels, yes?" he asked Erica.

"Yes..." Erica responded quietly.

"When a Fallen Angel is finally destroyed, whether it be on this realm, or directly from Heaven, they make their full transformation, and become a demon." the archangel explained.

"...not all demons." Azazel replied. "Some are created down in Hell." he told her.

"A lot are spawned in Hell." Gabriel chimed in. "Generally speaking, when a demon has an actual NAME, it means they're from a more... involved... origin, than merely being spawned by Hell energy." he said further.

"And yes, the one called Anya was an angel as well." he continued.

"Oh, and I was coming out to tell you that I am going to check upstairs for information on if anything is going on down here." he then told Erica.

"...will you be all right down here?" he asked her, looking at Azazel with slightly narrowed eyes.

"...very well, then." Gabe responded, taking a few cautious steps back, and disappearing in a flash of a pillar of light, leaving the two of them there alone once more... as Azazel sighed.

"Archangels always intimidate me." he lamented. "...or, rather, I am always intimidated by the presence of them." he clarified. "Surprisingly few actively TRY to do so." he said further.

"And speaking of archangels, Anya was one." he then revealed to Erica.

"It's why she's as strong as she is." he said further.

"But... yeah, I was an angel. I rebelled against Heaven, and I'm a demon now, paying for my past transgressions."

Azazel just shrugged.

"Maybe. Maybe not." he said.

"Individual circumstances vary, but... well, as it stands, there is none for me." he revealed. "However, that is primarily due to my 'caretaker of Cerberus' status." he quickly said.

"Seems since I've taken the job, things run a lot more smoothly down there, which means tensions are just that smidgen looser between Heaven and Hell." he explained to her further.

"So, depends what happens when the torch of the Queen of Hell is passed, so to speak." he finished.

Azazel smiled at her and nodded, before quickly heading inside. He was only indoors for about 20 seconds, returning with a glass, as she had told him to. He walked over towards her, and looked at the drink, and then to her.

"Man." he said.

"You are some kinda lucky to be able to actually HAVE ambrosia." he told her.

"The perks of being involved with an archangel, I suppose." he chuckled. "Even regular angels have a lot of trouble getting that stuff down here to the surface." he said further.

"Supposed to be really good for your health, too." he went on.

"Like, promotes a healthy body and stuff." he clarified.

Azazel paused for a moment, considering that.

"...oh yeah." he said. "That's true." he remembered. "So I suppose 'upstairs management' just turns a blind eye to the occasional ambrosia brought down here by him." he reasoned, before pausing. And freezing.

And realising what he had just said.

"F-F-Figuratively speaking, of course!" he said to the sky in a bit of a panicked tone.

He then quickly brought the glass to his mouth and took a drink... before quickly downing a little over half of the glass. And as he did so, Erica saw that his glamour faded away for a brief moment... and during that moment, a small golden band glowed around one of his horns, from within... quickly fading, and then his glamour returning.