they argued my right to ascension

Alexander and Katarina's disappearance deeper into this fucking nightmare of a hotel saw the overly blonde man return his own attention to the problem before him, golden eyes resting upon the swirling smoke that clawed and burned and reaped it's way across the hotel floor, pulling and clawing at the skin and flesh of the warlock he had disposed of earlier, his own features contorting slightly in disgust at whatever sort vile magic was capable of doing such a thing. This, he is sure, is entirely why such creatures shouldn't exist. It is with a curse muttered beneath his breath that the Hunter pivots upon his foot, pulling open the nearest door to himself and stepping into what appeared to be some sort of storage area, golden gaze taking a moment to adjust to the dark around him before that same ridiculous glow he seemed incapable of shutting off proceeded to illuminate his frame once more- useful, perhaps, for this single moment in time- casting a light upon his surroundings without any need to fumble for a light switch and potentially alert the blonde bitch witch as to where he had gone. It hardly took more then a moment however to become entirely aware of the fact that no supernatural entity existed within this space or amongst the collection of books and paper work, files and old furniture that seemed to congregate in this particular room, the mans attention now returned to seeking an exit as the creak and groan of aged wood and the scuffle of feet above assured that someone- or something was moving about above.

He knows little of this particular hotel or its layout and yet this room provides only one option in which to take, the first tendrils of smoke beginning to claw beneath the door he had entered from as Azrael merely scowled once more before moving towards the only other door the room provided, a seat of stairs presenting itself, his own talent for speed making short work of such an obstacle before arriving within an entirely new and so far vacant hallway that provided nothing but rows of numbered doors.

"Well this is dramatically unexciting."

It was little more then a murmur beneath his breath, the tall blonde moving to stride up the hallway, each muscle tense and taut all the same, so many years of practice having assured the man that appearances were often highly deceptive, lean, hard frame prepared to respond to any threat that might present itself, mind focused entirely upon that near all-consuming need to simply destroy these hellish creatures. They were little more than abominations of nature, gifted with the ability to control the elements, a power non save for God should truly posses and one so many of the magically afflicted so often tended to abuse. The movement is slight, little more than a flicker of a shadow upon the floor that sees the man tense, eyes slicing towards the....bug that scuttles towards him. Did no one respect fucking health codes anymore? Not that it was truly surprising from a place as aged as this. It is only upon closer inspection of the insect however, that what had been vague interest became entirely more focused- this particular creature holding an almost...magical aura about it a particular brand of magic that Azrael was far too used to feeling and one that had become as identifiable as the layers of destruction the man whom wielded it had come to leave.

"Fucking Davante!"

Had he not told the man to stay out of it? Had he not warned the stupid, idiotic warlock to keep to himself for a while? He had hardly bothered to warn to warlock for his own benefit- he supposed, having already convinced himself he hardly cared what happened to that particular individual. He had merely warned Davante to stay off the council's radar if only because she seemed to like him. It is perhaps the single nice thing he has done for another in several years, especially someone like Davante, Sera's evident attachment to the man having earned the warlock a warning as opposed to the bullet he surely deserved and yet evidently Davante was content to ignore it. One shoe merely lifts to crush the insect beneath it, a whirl of speed seeing the Hunter tear down the hallway now and towards the vague aura of magic he can detect upon the other side of the hotel, dodging around Alexander, the man evidently having taken to wandering aimlessly. No wonder they just let him stay in his coffee house. He hardly seemed useful. Perhaps he should have had an expresso shot- maybe he'd move a little faster. The thought was brushed off all the same, content enough to leave Alexander to do whatever it was he pleased as he rounded the corner, very near colliding with Davante entirely, feet skidding a halt beside the warlock before delivering a rapid and sudden right hook towards the warlocks face. Evidently determined to give him a rather bloody nose for his efforts.

"I tell you to fucking lay low and you somehow confuse that with getting into a fight with a group of hunters in a hotel?!"

His words are little more than a hiss, snapped frostily towards the warlock, arms folding across his chest if only to prevent himself from hitting the damn fool a second time, eyes cast sideways to make sure no other Hunter or Witch was currently present to see the exchange (although surely Kat could not be far behind given the bugs that had assaulted her).

"It was a one-time deal, Davante, I warned you- I let you go but they won't, none of the Hunter's here will and I'm not going to stop them from- what in the name of all that is fucking holy is that?"

The zombie like body of the warlock he had previously killed had proceeded to drag itself upright and towards Rowena's office, stumbling and moaning as it did, answering the witch's call as it blundered past the Hunter and his companion, Azrael's gaze widening in a mixture of both disgust and horror and the un-dead body as it moved, eyes narrowing upon the warlock once more.

"That wouldn't be yours would it? Get the hell out of here Davante, if given the chance I will not let you go a third time and I won't stop any of the others from killing you."

He simply turns away from the irritating warlock, taking off after the zombie the man had succeeded in rising and yet evidently had failed to control. Where the hell was it going? That it was under the control of another had failed to register within the mind of the blonde until the sudden sight of another Hunter, one whose name he knew and little else, became clear, the zombie-like creature heading directly for Anubis- the presence of at least two more witches registering within his senses as the knife was lifted effortlessly into his hand and sent spiralling into the back of the zombie in an effort to halt it's advance- an effort that failed entirely. How did you stop what was already dead? Fucking zombies. Fucking witches. He was however, hardly going to allow another Hunter to die at the hands of Davante's monstrosity, the orb of light within his hand rapidly beginning to grow, the light and heat within pulsating readily into the darkened halls. This thing was already dead...like a vampire and even they had begun to flee from his light-induced abilities, the man assured this creature will have the same reaction as the orb is hurled towards it's back- resulting in a rather unattractive explosion of zombie, pieces of flesh and body and bone raining down in all directions, torn apart by the burning beams of lights as a flash of speed brings the man to Anubis' side- golden eyes focused suddenly upon the witches present in the room before him. Another orb of light is sent flying towards the blonde witch instantaneously, aiming to throw Rowena into the nearest wall, a second within his hands- aimed at the dark haired little witch whom lingers within the room, golden eyes seeming to focus upon her at last as his bloodied form, spattered with bits of zombie, halts entirely, forgetting for the barest of moments that both another Witch and Hunter were present to witness this....hesitation.

"Sera?"

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread