Azrail sat there as he watched Hephaestus take in the words he had just said. Even then, Azrail knew he had sparked an obsession in the god that could not be taken away. Azrail had tested it. He had understood and taken the best path forward, in which Hephaestus was the next strong link he needed to form.
The god in question was the obsessive kind, one who hunted creation as his greatest objective. And within those objectives, Azrail knew it was the secrets of how the Mercurials created their weapons. The secret bloodline's ability to turn realms into swords that served them. It was something even Hephaestus had yet to touch upon.
'An obsession that can be used.'
