Retina scan required. He leaned in.
Fingerprint confirmation required. He placed his hand on the screen.
The door clicked and parted sideways.
Inside, a humanoid robot rose from its chair the moment Azzy stepped inside. Its metal joints rotated with clean precision as it bowed slightly. "Lord Azrael," it said in a clear, pleasant tone, "how may I be of service?"
Azzy pulled out two vials he had kept safely tucked away. One vial held ordinary blood—or ordinary at first glance—the sample he collected from Azrael earlier. The second vial shimmered faintly like molten sunlight. His own divine gold ichor. That is also the proof of one's divinity. Only the divine beings have blood in the form of gold ichor. The demons, not fallen angels, their blood that is generally in the form of black ichor.
And this is the proof that Azrael himself hasn't turned into a demon… And he is still a human.
