Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

It had been a truly long time since anyone had been so polite and yet so blunt towards him all at once, the blonde man caught off-guard by the tone of the slender Fae woman before him. One eye lifts ever so slightly, eyeing the girl with a momentary look of surprise at her assurance that he should be bothered to speak the name of her silly monarchy correctly as if she truly believed it should hold some meaning to him beyond this single encounter or that the effort she had gone to too so inspire loyalty was somehow worthy of his applause.

"I assure you, you do not want my taking an interest in you or yours at all."

His interest, after all, was so often the end for most creatures of the supernatural ilk, the man content to continue to frown at her despite the almost polite air she seemed determined to maintain. It was odd, truly, that the girl seemed so wholly composed about him when most supernatural's were either determined to attack him else attempt to flee from before him. Either the girl was a particularly brave creature or a decidedly stupid one- Azrael hardly content to debate the matter now as the gold of his gaze rests warily upon her and he moves to step inside her home with no small measure of distaste. There was something pleasing, in the least, in his assurance she was the only one within the apartment- his senses failing to detect any other creature, let alone any other Fae. The man relaxes ever so slightly, pleased to focus his attention on just the one unholy creature of hell rather than two, his hand pulling away from the knife within his coat- her words seeing his gaze cut briefly towards her all the same. If the girl was attempting to catch him off guard, else cause him to lower it she would hardly succeed and yet there was a truth of sorts in her words, a truth he was assured of in every possible way. She was not intending harm on him and yet the man almost refused to believe what he was being told. The Fae could not be trusted.

"We'll see."

It is all he utters, though his knife remains within his coat for now, his arms folding across his chest though her statement does little to soothe his irritable nature, the man affording her little more than a snort as if she truly expected him to need a reason beyond what she was to so cause his hate. Fae, Were, Vampire even Witches, though perhaps to a lesser extent were a bane on the world. They were unnatural, wrong, they preyed upon the human race if not as a food source then as something to be exploited. They manipulated the laws of nature with existence alone- the man hardly choosing to consider his own likeness to so many of the attributes he found so offensive in others. He hated himself enough as it was. He hated what he was without considering the right and wrong of it and where he so existed in this world. It was easier to see them as...other, as emotionless, as justifiable in killing.

"Your existence is enough. As for how you became a Fae then I am sorry for that. One of us should have been there to save you. It is our job- but you are human no longer and my duty of care ends with that transition."

His head turns slightly from the woman, golden gaze fixated the far wall of the room as if it truly requires his attention, his voice decidedly flat- as if it is a mantra he has repeated over and over and yet no longer truly believes. His head shakes softly, casting the thoughts away, ignoring her attempts at humour as he simply continues with the very reason he is here. To so discuss both this monarchy of hers and her Fae companion whom had been on the run for several months. The words he is met with, the woman so seeming to justify her companion's slaughter of the Hunter so the briefest flicker of intrigue within his gaze. He hardly liked the dead man himself, his death no true loss and yet that was hardly what mattered here.

"He murdered a council member. The what or how of it won't matter to the others. I won't act on it, it is of no interest to me, but your friend should avoid the Council. They have him in the database now."

It was a warning if nothing else and yet Azrael himself was hardly inclined to hunt the Fae down for it, he was simply.....giving them a....chance, he supposed, to at least avoid other council members outside of himself. Though why he bothered he hardly knew. This Samantha, he supposed, in the very least- was hardly a threat to society. It wasn't as if he was letting some sort of menace escape was it? As for her friend however the Hunter remained decently unconvinced, his question decidedly pointed in an attempt to deduce just what sort of relationship the pair held, affording the woman the idea that her loyal follower might one day turn against her. If she commanded this Monarchy, after all, rouge members would be her problem first. The Council would look to her first to bring them back into line before simply destroying whatever it was she couldn't control. Her members were her business, hers to keep in line, her responsibility to keep alive though whether the woman truly understood that implication of that the man hardly knew. He was warning her, affording her that knowledge that the council was aware of her now. If she kept to herself though she would keep the council away. Her sudden admittance however, that she was far stronger then she believed he anticipated saw both golden eyes lift ever so slightly before they quickly form a frown.

"I do not think that is a very wise thing to admit and I wouldn't make a habit out of it nor do you have any idea what I am capable of so I would recommend thinking before you actually speak. As for your friend I have no interest in him but others do. As long as your band of merry misfits keeps to themselves though you should be fine. How many are in your group? And for the matter- how many of them have powers that might pose a legitimate threat to the human population?"

Business was business after all, Azrael content to focus his attention now on no longer attempting to press upon the woman the importance of her keeping control over her group but in gaining whatever information he could to at least assure the council records were accurate.