they argued my right to ascension

The golden haired girls muttered response earns little more than a sideways glance from the determinedly apathetic Hunter, features pulling into a small frown as he reached for his glass of wine, using the drink as little more then an excuse not to answer her question. He never had been particularly...funny he supposed. At least, genuine laughter had never truly come easily to him, less so since his humanity had essentially been ended, that which he found amusing now more often given to the sadistic if not ironic side of life he had so taken to embracing when the mood so struck him. It was the small smile the girl offered however that so seemed to soften his mood enough to at least acknowledge her existence once more, her words causing a simple and silent quirk of his lip in this moment of shared comradery as the Hartfords continued to prattle on about whatever useless blather it was humans found entertaining, the man merely nodding or else offering a polite 'hmm' every other moment as if the conversation held actual interest. The pheasant at least was a pleasant change from the meal before it, the man willingly cutting into the breast as Calliel very near inhaled it beside him. Had the girl never been given meat before? Did they withhold protein from her? Maybe that was why she was so...lithe- then again the Alosi line had always been more delicate then the others, presuming she was a true Alosi of course, his own thoughts given to wander in that direction from the very moment he had spied the sharp gold of her hair- so much like his own that the image of it was very near jarring. It had been years, truly, since he had ever really been given to think of his family in any more then a passing moment of memory that he was forever quick to dismiss. Dwelling upon the past rarely achieved anything aside from an ache he could never truly heal.

It is this question of her blood however that so seems to intrigue the blonde man, ignoring the Hartfords muttering about the inappropriateness of the question. He truly cared little for these people, their opinions as meaningless to him as the very nature of time itself and truly some part of him almost pitied the girl for having to deal with them. He had never been....overly taken with children, even in his own younger years he had never truly taken to siblings children, never relishing the role of Uncle as his brothers had. He had always been too busy to truly spend time with a baby, forever rushing from one appointment to the next, once more reminding the man that his own speed-focused power was little more than the universes version of a jerk, offering him the speed to rush about he had always desired as a human, the very speed that perhaps could have spared his families lives had only he achieved it in life rather than....whatever the hell this existence was.

Calliel's answer, reluctant though it was and very near begrudging, her attitude grating against him (oblivious truly to how very much her personality reflected his own), it was the names she offered that so seemed to earn his unwavering focus once more, golden eyes held almost intently upon her now as if searching for a fault, a flaw, a reason to believe anything other then what he was entirely assured of. He had followed his families bloodline for years, at least, what remained of it, of all his brothers only one had ever fathered a child with his wife, the others to young or unmarried at the times of their death. Isola had been barely a six months old the last time he had seen her- the deaths of his family and his own disposal for several months during his...transformation had resulted in him losing track of the girl and his single remaining relative- one he had believed dead along with the others even despite Evelyn having assured him the girl had gone on to marry and that was all they knew- else all the council had cared to share. That the child before him may very well be related to him, even if only distantly is...confronting. A relative....after all these years? Golden eyes flickered briefly towards the Hartfords once more, his continued staring at their ward evidently having concerned them- though truly the Hunter hardly cared.

"Why wasn't her extended family contacted when her parents died? Who was in charge of that?"

The sudden demand only seems startle the Hartfords further, concern beginning to linger upon their features in a manner Azrael found only further agitating before Mr Hartford cleared his throat in a falsified attempt at confidence. There are no relatives, Isola and Kane were both only children, Kane's parents died several years ago as did Isola's, the extended family could only be traced so far and all are deceased according to the government of this country! That Mr Hartford was becoming visibly irate hardly seemed to phase the Hunter as he continued to reside at the table, as of yet seeing no need to explain to the girl herself just what was occurring.

"Well I would like to see that documentation."
You cannot demand that from us and we refuse, who is your supervisor I'm going to call-
"I'm not asking."

The sudden explosion of a single bulb in the light above rendered a shrill squeal from Mrs Hartford as she rushed from the room, one eye merely lifting as if daring either of them to deny him a second time. He had no true desire nor inclination to harm them and yet he needed to see that paper work, the woman returning moments later with several pieces of paper passed hurriedly towards him with shaking hands.

"Thank you."

The bite to the words hardly held any true merit of thanks, eyes hurriedly scanning the court documents before him, flicking several pages over to listed relatives and last know locations of each, the sight of his own families names causing an ache of sorts somewhere within his chest before the sight of his own name saw his breath hitch entirely, the word Deceased printed so neatly beside it, along with Date of Death Unknown, each of his brothers at least having managed a date, the date beside each one the same, his own the only body they simply would not have found and eventually evidently having presumed dead, probably during the months in which he had been left to Evelyn's care.

"These documents are wrong, she has a living relative- me."

The paper was turned simply within his hand, offering it towards the couple now, gaze flicking briefly to the surely overwhelmed child before gesturing loosely to his own name. Your Alekai Evero? But you were introduced as Az-

"Azrael is not my legal birth name, did you truly think my Mother named me that? She wasn't a fucking sadist. I stopped using my birth name when I...changed, that is why I was untraceable and yet by all legal right and precedent, Calliel- belongs to me. She belongs with her family and I am her Uncle, Great Uncle to be correct."

He had failed to protect his family once, he certainly did not desire to fail a second time, the room very near erupting into chaos as Mrs Hartford rushed to call the family lawyers and Mr Hartford continued to demand he must be wrong. It is the utter shock of this discovery of a relative that perhaps dictates the mans actions tonight, after all, he has little interest, truly, in parenting a child and yet this....she.....was the very last thing he had left of the human life he had clung to for so long.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread