Ahrazan turned his head towards his companion, hesitating at the angel's greeting and at a loss for words. He was startled to find Melekeshar complying with the angel's request, cradling his horned helm in his arm. A cursory glance from the entity gave him the impression there was no magic to fear, and Ahrazan reluctantly followed suit. Clearly, as the one with mankind's whole existence in his memory, Melekeshar was the rightful one to do the talking. 

[i]"I am called Melekeshar, and my companion is Ahrazan,"[/i] he spoke, matter-of-factly. There was no harm in revealing their names; as an entity, Melekeshar did not even have a true name upon his creation. Nothing would belie his real nature, save for attempted physical or magical contact. Ahrazan hardly needed a false identity, not when the angelkin had abandoned the happenings of the world below and became apathetic towards those on it. 

Eyeing the lead angel, Ahrazan perceived a glimmer of expectancy in her eyes. It was unsurprising, seeing how appearances of angels surged men to their knees, and were met with exultant praise. He wondered how they'd react to the less-than enthusiastic demeanor of Melekeshar and himself.
 
[i]"We would ask your name in return, incandescent ones."[/i] There was a straight-edged, to-the-point manner in which Melekeshar's words came out of his mouth. [i]"It stirs my curiosity why the heavens should reveal themselves to the earth, after having withdrawn from its... "filth" for so long,"[/i] he added, brutally honest.