Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

The sudden admittance from the Fae woman that he was right momentary saw those golden eyes lift to meet her own once more in a genuine surprise. It was the simple role of most supernatural's, after all, to disagree with him at every point and turn. As if they so enjoyed arguing with him over the very colour of the sky when it so suited them. Daft, stupid creatures that most of them were. That one might agree with him was wholly surprising and yet that surprise so quickly shifted to a decided wariness once more. So many years within this life having made the man decidedly suspicious at the best of times. After all- he was used to them, those creatures, trying to deceive him one way or the other and as such he suspects some trickery now. The so-called Fae Queen however had perhaps mistook his earlier words, that almost belated apology for her....condition, one drawn from his own self-loathing in a sense and those failures that still weighed upon him readily sized on by the woman. So punishing him for having dared to feel some affliction of an emotion, let alone afford it to the woman. He...felt for her, on some level, that tiny part of his own humanity that remained burning within him at the notion that he had failed this girl, all of them had, her humanity had been stolen from her in the way his own had been and he was sorry for it. At least, he would have been...once...but she was one of them now. The tables had shifted and the allegiances changed. She had suffered, she had survived, he had failed and yet in the process she had forfeited her right for him to care about her unwillingly or otherwise.

The way in which she so seized upon that admittance however seemed to do little to appease the man, his gaze narrowing slightly at the emotion that so seemed to overcome the woman in that moment- taking him up rather vehemently on the very thing he had admitted to but moments ago and yet with perhaps far more outrage (and blame) then he was truly willing to take. Azrael had forever been decidedly short of temper, the man willing to admit he was sorry for her condition and yet that very condition assured he was no longer required to care nor take that blame she was determined to lump upon him. The man unwilling to admit, perhaps, that she was entirely correct- that it was surely all his fault, that this was a responsibility he had never asked for nor desired in any sense and yet he had failed at even this. Just as he had failed at keeping his wife alive- or his own maker or anyone.....save himself. His irritation however, entirely content to lash out at the Fae woman herself. His voice slashing towards her now with all the fury and pleasantness of a hailstorm as his anger suddenly spikes.

"We hunters cannot save every goddamn fool of a human that wanders off with a Fae or gets drunk with a Were or gets into a car with a fucking vampire! We cannot watch every human in the world and we cannot look for people who are not reported missing to us. I'm sorry for what happened to you, it should never have happened and if I find the Fae who did it I will obliterate them into fucking ash but can you sit there and goddamn tell me you didn't do something stupid that got you into trouble? Did you do everything you could have that night to keep yourself safe? I don't bloody well think so. So keep your judgey little comments to yourself. Christ!"

One hand slams down against the couch far harder than he intends, a sudden shattering from nearby seeing several glasses upon the counter explode, those glass shards hanging in mid-air, held entirely within the Hunter's power though in this moment even Azrael was unaware of it- the man struggling for a moment to so bring his emotional outburst back under control, forcing that anger down as those glass shards dropped suddenly to the floor. One hand lifting to rake through those white gold locks- voice quiet now though hardly apologetic.

"Maybe your King hasn't done anything yet, but everyone has a first time. I cannot say if the Hunters who had him would have killed him, I doubt they would have, because someone else wanted him but that someone else surely would have eventually. He acted in self-defence, I don't blame him, but he killed a Council Hunter- the Council is aware of him now. I don't want you pity, I wasn't his friend, his death is no loss to me."

His own shoulders shrug lightly, uncaring, or seemingly so the man working to only further bury those emotions that had lashed out at her before, his demeanour almost indifferent once more as she so dared to declare he hardly knew what she was capable of. Her words true perhaps, the council had nothing on its database about her, save for her name and now the name of her monarchy and at least several of its members thanks to his own additions tonight- the woman's answers affording him some further knowledge though whether she knew truly what she supplied he hardly knew. The idea however, that a whole burlesque of Fae held loyalty to her saw the softest of snorts find his lips. That could hardly be the truth.

"Nadya Tetradore's burlesque? I suppose that fight club her brother and his deviant pet run isn't her scene."

It is little more then a mutter beneath his breath all the same, the man having yet to catch up with Nadya since their last meeting- Azrael having avoided the Nightshade pack as a whole after so rendering Aiden and Tobias unconscious for several hours and so failing to have lethally shot the Alpha despite his intentions some months ago. It is the topic of powers they come to next, Samantha seeming to regain her composure before proceeding to regale him with a rather...pointless tale of her captors once more. The girl content to deflect his question upon powers it seemed as his gaze simply narrowed once more.

"If you have a description of these Fae then you are welcome to provide it."

If she so desired to see her tormentors caught then he was, in this, willing enough to assist before proceeding to declare she hardly permitted the creation of new Fae, the truth of her words entirely...felt by the man in that moment, his head simply nodding.

"No, it didn't really- but for now I suppose that is enough. Keep your Monarchy out of trouble and that will keep them out of sight from the rest of us. Any other supernaturals you might like to report while I'm here?"

He could be nice. Almost.