Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

There was, he supposed, nothing terribly unusual about another Hunter showing up outside his apartment with that request for some kind of information. Chances were one of those missed calls or messages on his phone had been about just that. The other Council members knew he held most of the records for this city and its inhabitants. This man hardly the first Hunter they'd directed to him. Still- guests were hardly something he enjoyed having at the best of times let alone unexpected ones. Another Hunter, in the least, prompting a measure of professionalism that overshadowed his often irritable nature as he offered that ready introduction and lead his collegue upstairs and into that sparsely decorated apartment. Azrael gestured briefly to that table then as Ezekiel took a seat, before striding off into the next room only to return with several boxes of files. The vast majority of those files were near meticulously organised by name or species or infraction and the danger level the Council had issued those individuals within the city they had decided to keep an eye on. Those boxes thumped heavily against the table as Azrael lifted them up with that brief explanation of what they contained along with his companions lacking clearance to have access to those more....sensitive files- namely those ones belonging to the Italian King and his Prince Consort whom resided in the city. The query of just what Ezekiel was after parting his lips a moment later. His golden gaze focusing on the other man for the first time.

Ezekiel's hand waved lightly, dismissing any interest in the Italian Monarchy. Azrael almost relieved the other Hunter hardly had any desire to press that matter any further. The other man instead claiming interest in a witch, only to reach into his wallet to produce a grainy, aged photo. Azrael's own hand extended toward that picture then, his fingers plucking it from the table to turn it over. The photo was hardly of decent quality and yet he could still make out the woman within it well enough. Her face was hardly familiar to him, her name equally as foreign. If this witch was in the city she was either laying low to prevent placing herself on their radar- or she'd already moved on. Either that or she was dead. Ezekiel indicating there had been no sign of her for 2 weeks, that last sighting two towns over in turn. Azrael's own features were content to frown if only ever so slightly in that consideration before he tossed that photo back onto the table.

"I don't know her myself, you could take the photo down to the Council Building and ask around though. What makes you think she's seeking asylum in the city and hasn't just driven right on through? A city's a good place to hide, sure, but its not exactly the most welcoming place. There is a large vampire and Were presence in this city, the witch community is small. The chances of her just meeting someone willing to take her in are small- if anyone's hiding her she probably already knows them. Do you have a list of her associates? Her contacts? Former covens maybe? That would narrow it down."

Azrael was nothing if not diligent in his work. This so clearly not the first time the blond man had hunted down a supernatural, Azrael working easily through that list of things to be done or considered during that search. His arms folded smoothly across his chest, Azrael leaning back against the nearest wall then. His mind already considering those other possibilities for places a witch might hide when that very mention of Serafina so prompted his golden gaze to flicker upward in recognition of her name alone and yet- he was practised by now in appearing almost blase whenever Serafina was mentioned. Hi girlfriend's name only ever having been uttered by another Hunter once before and yet, over the years, several other beings of various species had queried him about her. The blond Hunter nothing if not decidedly good at appearing nonchalant even despite that stutter within his own heartbeat and that...protectiveness that tugged readily at him at the mere idea that man before him had been near Sera, let alone questioned her. A sudden and decidedly potent dislike for the man clawing at him. His features remaining distinctly neutral all the same as Ezekiel requested those very files. Azrael pushing one of those boxes towards him then.

"All the known witches in the city are listed under 'Witch' in this box and then in alphabetical order by last name. Those who haven't committed any crimes though have nearly blank files, after all we have no interest in them if they are not doing anything interesting in turn. You won't find anything interesting in Seraphina's file. We only have her name and her business- she's never committed any crime to earn my attention."

It was true, after all, Seraphina had not committed a crime that garnered his attention. The devil, as they say, is in the details. Azrael's own well known inability to lie so often making the man a near upstanding pillar within the Hunter community, after all, he only told the truth. Ezekiel surely aware of it. Azrael's word so often considered near golden amongst the Hunter ranks. Yet how those very words were worded was another matter entirely. Half-truths a near speciality of the man. Each and every infraction Serafina had ever committed having been utterly obliterated from the system by Azrael himself until her file was nothing but blank outside of her name and the name off her business. To claim no record at all of her, after all, would be nothing short of suspicious. Azrael himself the only Hunter to have accessed her files in well over ten years as those computer records showed and yet- he was charged with the very record keeping in turn. Such access thereby so hardly surprising in the least.

"There was a suspicious Witch, some months ago, trying to sell magic to humans. Sorcha was her name, records seem to indicate she has left the city since my...run in with her but you could look further into her if need be. She was the type to hide someone."

Focusing Ezekiel's attention somewhere else seemed a sensible enough idea...