Varia was not one to sit idly by. She had follow Gabriel and make sure he was alright. Not knowing the full extent of his powers, she rushed outside to where the church was.

She saw the legion itself but her eyes only fixated on one. The Right Hand of Michael. Azazel. 

"The Left Hand of Raphael. Varia." He spoke darkly. Eyes red. "I bring a message from Michael. Return now and he will not banish Raphael." His voice boomed over the church as he backed away from Gabriel. He was not going to pick this fight, he was only delivering a message to his beloved Varia.

She knew he was addressing her. Varia sounded right, that was her name.