Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

Fucking incompetant. That's what they were. All of them.

That irritable sigh left the blond Hunters lips as he moved to pinch at the bridge of his nose in some mild form of exasperation. He wouldn't have to be here so late if everyone had done what they were supposed to do and submitted their reports on time, in the correct format- and in some cases- on actual fucking paper. His golden gaze shifted toward one fellow Hunters attempt to submit him his weekly report scrawled in what appeared to be crayon on a postcard from a country he knew the man was hardly in. At least he was well over half done. The sooner they were sorted and filed the sooner he could return home to his bed and his girlfriend. Serafina was already mad at him. At least if her multiple irritable text messages and calls were anything to go by demanding to know when he was coming home and complaining as to the coldness of her bed without him there. How much he would rather have been with her warming that bed then here and yet, as always, he was left to clean up someone else's mess. He was surrounded by morons. Then again, he supposed, he was hardly surprised. He;d been surrounded by idiots most of his life.

The sudden need for coffee saw the irritable, short-tempered Hunter push backward and away from his desk. Azrael paused briefly as he stretched, his muscles relishing in that movement before he strode through his office and toward the door. His golden gaze shifted idly about that room as he did, a habitual gesture, ensuring everything remained exactly as it was supposed to be from those books upon the shelf to those weapon relics collected over the years to those trophies from several of the more difficult hunts he'd engaged in within his long life. Vampire teeth, Wereclaws, the wing bones of several Fae and a collection of ingredients confiscated from a witch coven. He should ask Sera about those one day. Azrael inclined to find an almost macabre fascination in...whatever the hell was in those jars. The man strode easily from the office then, that door left open behind him before he headed down the hall and toward that small, staff kitchen at the end of the walkway. Everyone else, it seemed, had gone home for the evening else headed out on night shift. His superior senses capable of hearing the movement of several of those security guards as the locked offices left open, checked doors and assured those supernaturals being held in the cells below remain contained.

It was the sudden feel of a breeze that gave the blond man reason to pause. His gaze cutting upward to an open window at the end of the hall. Security having missed that potential breach. Brilliant. Security were inept as well. Did no one here follow protocol? Was he the only one who cared about rules and order of any fucking kind!? Another irritable grumble easily left his lips as he moved to reach upward and pull that window shut, the Hunter flicking the lock at the same time before heading into the kitchen to see to his coffee. The buzzling of his phone prompted the man to fish it from his pocket, Sera's latest text once more informing him of her displeasure at his absence. Her irritation prompting that faint simper to his own lips as his thumb flew across that screen in reply. An hour more and he'd be finished, he was sure. That coffee was downed far to quickly as he leant back agianst the kitchen bench, Azrael resting his mug agianst the counter before grasping a biscuit from that tin and heading back down the hall and towards his office, the hunter hardly having reached that office itself before his own senses so readily seemed to seize upon ...something. Azrael distinctly aware he was no longer alone on that floor. The distinct feel of that sensation giving away that species near instantly. After all, a vampire felt entirely different to a Fae or a Witch or a Were. This one most certainly a Were. The very species he disliked the most.

His own footsteps fell quiet. Azrael listening silently for several seconds. The faint sound of rummaging heard coming from his own office. Several of his own affinities were readily summoned then to linger at his fingertips in preparation for who or what he was about to find within his office. That sudden, lightning fast burst of speed saw the Hunter appear in the doorway, Azrael's gaze landing near instantly upon some fucking lunatic in his underwear who appeared to be pilfering through his bookshelf. That affinity for gravity was unleashed near instantly. Azrael attempting to lock that intruders very feet to the floor by making it impossible for the boy to move them at all. The hunter, for now, remaining within the doorway, blocking that only viable escape from the room.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

The near unearthly golden light so readily began to glow from Azrael's figure. That power humming around him now with that very promise of destruction.