Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

He had guessed, on some level, that his sudden ability to feel the entire spectrum of his emotional length was not entirely by his own sudden descent into some sort of bipolar disorder although truly the Hunter was assured he would hardly be surprised all the same. It is merely that feeling of fear that seemed to surprise him and the manner his thoughts so hurriedly returned to just what he feared- at least on some level. After all this time and all these years there was still a part of him afraid of the very beings he worked for, afraid of the very thing he was in turn. It was ridiculous and yet he supposed it was his fear in turn of those...emotions he felt for Sera that too seemed to bring about his worry over the council. Azrael, perhaps, far more inclined to worry then he would seem upon the surface and beneath that highly abrasive personality. His question answered in some sense by the woman and yet he thought little more on it- at least for now, his arms folding back across his chest at her threat once more.

"Emotions I fear, will not hurt me- though I am done speaking to you for today. Keep your Monarchy out of my way. I have no need to be interested in any of them unless they turn another or harm a human. That's when it becomes my business. Anything else though, is yours to deal with."

His shoulders lift easily in a shrug of sorts, the man hardly inclined to linger any longer, her demanding tone met with merely the lift of an eye and yet Azrael hardly felt any need to hurry himself from her presence, his thoughts considering still the notion of that fear he had felt before his head simply shakes. The hunter assured to remind himself to list just such a power down for Samantha within the council database, forewarning any and all other Hunters of just her talents. Those talents of her followers yet to be discovered and yet for now the man was content enough in what he had learned. Azrael sure she would remember his words all the same. Of every being within the council he was perhaps the last she had to fear in any sense and yet how ungrateful these supernatural's always were. He warned them- always and yet so many chose simply not to listen. That was their error to make.

"I am sure we will meet again."

It was little more then a murmur, a sudden, abrupt flash of light resulting in the Hunters disappearance within a mere blink of the eye- the front door left open in his wake. Azrael entirely content to get on with the rest of his business for today now that he was doing engaging ridiculous faeries in conversation.