Varia just frowns and backs away from Gabriel as he yells. And then asks about HIM. 

She clenches her fist. "Azazel. He's power mad and he desired the only delicate red rose left he has not yet blackened." She didnt know how to describe it any other way. "Raphael always said I was the most treasured with my voice..." She half smiled at the thought back to how it all was when they sang together and loved one another dearly. 

"Azazel scared me." She explained with a worrisome look about her face. "He came to me, drenched in blood. I healed him as it was my duty. I sang for him, soothed his warring soul. Ever since then he had desires for me." She paced the room. "And that was very unbecoming of Michael's Right Hand." 

She tortured herself as she went on. "I was not yet Raphael's Left Hand. That was my mother. Iridonia. When she told Azazel he was not to go near me and taint me with blood, he raged and he..." Varia couldn't contain her grief. She closed her eyes and heard her mother scream as Azazel ripped off her wings. She could only project this image into Gabriel's mind as she could not bring herself to say the words.

"He...is a monster." Varia stopped. "You think I don't understand how much it hurts, Archangel?" She turned to him with anger. "They all called you a coward you know! Raphael was the only one who did not!"