"Azazel lives still....?" Asriel asked, reaching up with his right hand to run it through his long black hair as he watched the form of the Holy Mother infront of him, a woman he'd known his whole life, and now surprisingly in his second life. Asriel remembered the Demon King, though he hadn't been nearly as powerful before. His father, Ashen Aurelis, had been nearly as powerful as Azazel and it seemed as if he almost seemed to share the power with his father, that is until Asriel had taken the man's life, resulting in him losing his own.<br/><br/>However from what the Holy Mother had been explaining to him, it had seemed that Azazel's power had grown by leaps and bounds, twisting him into something completely inhuman and much more in tune with the demonic nature that resided in all Children of Aurelis. "Yes... and the Cursed Army is more powerful than it has ever been.... thankfully so are our forces, which is why we've been able to keep them at bay for so long. However don't be mistaken Asriel... we are slowly but surely losing this war, which is why we had no other choice but to awaken yourself and your siblings." She spoke to him, her voice soft, tears residing in the corners of her eyes, she had been heartbroken to hear that she'd ripped Asriel away from such a perfect place, never fully taking it into account before.<br/><br/>They'd been speaking for hours on end since Asriel's return, of course he'd needed a bit of time to clean himself up and come to grips with reality once more. "My power.... it feels.... different..." Asriel finally spoke, his icy blue eyes surveying his hand as black and blue energy seemed to crackle and spark along its length. Ever since he'd been reanimated, his power had felt...off somehow, in both aspects, the Blessing and the Curse, each had felt off-sync and different than he'd remembered.<br/><br/>"I don't know what could be causing that Asriel.... it may be that the energy of the world has changed since you had walked these lands, or it very well could be that because you were brought back it did something to your abilities.... I wish I could tell you more, but this is something that has never been done before, and I don't know what the side effects maybe have been..." She said, an apparent sadness in her voice. For what had to have been the hundredth time that day, she wondered if she had made a mistake by ruining their piece and forcing them back into this cruel and evil world.<br/><br/>Suddenly Asriel's entire body tensed and his eyes snapped towards the doorway leading out of the Holy Mother's private quarters, he felt a sudden spike of energy that wasn't unlike his own, and completely different from anyone else's he'd ever felt before. It was another one, another Revenant, one of the other four that had followed after him and become heroes among the Blessed people. "Another one has awakened...." He whispered softly, before suddenly bursting forward from his chair and heading out of the door without a moment's pause.<br/><br/>Several moments later he appeared in the doorway, his icy blue eyes catching the form of Mara, one of the Holy Mother's daughters, the Seven Sorceresses, kneeling by another woman, a woman with black hair, and from what Asriel could see from his vantage point, deep blue eyes. "Mara..." he said softly, with a friendly smile. He'd known Mara very well while he'd been alive, they had become good friends and had fought together on many occasions, it was good to see that she was still alive. It was surprising, that so many people he'd known had come to live for so long, thousands of years at a time, without seeming to age at all, it had have been due to the Holy bloodline that ran through their veins. His eyes moved towards the other girl, who looked alarmed and shaken, he didn't doubt that she would be.<br/><br/>"Hello... sister." He said simply, a comforting smile on his lips, it would be obvious that he was just as she, a Child of Aurelis that had been born with a trait of the Light and had betrayed the Cursed, it would also be apparent that he was Asriel Aurelis, the first of the Revenants, the actual face that so many statues and paintings had been created from, that so many legends had been passed down about, "Best thing to do is just breath deeply and focus your eyes... everything will make sense in a few moments..."