they argued my right to ascension

Fountain of Youth?

The phrase the young girl offered at least managed to earn a slight frown from the man as he regarded her, his youthful appearance hardly the effort of a magical fountain and yet surely that would be far less costly then the price he had already paid to become what he was- the comment disregarded mere moments later as the appearance of several displeased police officers seemed to press upon his final ounce of patience for this entire evening, the Hartfords content to shriek and shout as the entire neighbourhood seemed to congregate in the street outside. The Council would hardly be pleased with the spectacle he was creating and yet, when it came to family, they had forever proven to be surprisingly lenient- the matter a potent one amongst their ranks and one they sought to encourage wherever possible, Calliel's existence hardly a cause for concern in that regard at least. Their current predicament however was another matter entirely, one eye rising slightly at the guns brandished towards him as if this was entirely a matter of child abduction. It was a rarity, truly, to be upon the opposite end of such a weapon, the blonde man allowing his gaze to flicker briefly back down to the girl at her side as she posed her question on what to do now.

"We leave- close your eyes."

He sees no need to offer any further information, lifting his hands as commanded by the nearest officer in some effort at apparent compliance, waiting until the following two policeman had managed to cram themselves into the hallway alongside, weapons brandished still. Hmm, no wonder so many supernatural's so seemed to take offense at having a firearm pointed towards them, it was a rather distasteful thing, his own features frowning once more, ignoring the muttering of the officers- the men well aware that a Hunter was hardly an easy target to subdue. It was merely fortunate they were not better prepared as his own power is so easily summoned, a gleaming flash of utter brilliance exploding from the orb of light within his hands- forcing each and every being within the room to shield their eyes from the stark whiteness they found themselves surrounded in, a blinding light far too potent to view unless they sought to lose their vision entirely. One hand merely reached down to grasp the girls arm, pulling her easily against him, guiding her smoothly down the hall, stepping neatly out past the shouting policeman before releasing another blinding flash to obliterate the chance of any hidden men taking advantage of his exit from the home, easily turning the girl down the street.

"Keep up."

His strides are easily longer than her own, his ability to for speed utilised even when he does not fully anticipate such a thing, unaware his steps were so entirely swift upon the ground, forcing himself to slow every few strides and allow the girl to catch up. How he had been unaware of her continues to play upon his mind, almost as much as the enormity of what he had done mere moments ago. It was not kidnapping...exactly and yet even so what he intended to do with a child he hardly knew. Children were not his.....strength, his often impatient nature inclined to make him disagreeable to children at best, what to do with them an area of his own existence he had never explored. He had never fathered any children with Clara, never truly desired them despite Clara's continued pressuring and determination to be a Mother. It had been the done thing back then, he supposed and yet he considers himself fortunate, to an extent, that he had left no lineage of his own. This life....was not for a child and yet he had somehow found himself within the company of one his own pride had refused to allow him to leave. So many years spent in the belief he remained alone upon this earth, to find another was...astounding. Perhaps however, such thoughts wold have to be dwelled upon later, the wail of police sirens still entirely clear as the rain became heavier and he rounded yet another street corner, fishing the car keys readily from his pocket now- pointing them towards the Aston Martin parked neatly at the side of the road.

"Get in."

One hand gestured loosely to the silver Vanquish, the man easily sliding into the driver's seat- waiting for the girl to climb in beside him. The girl. He was going to have to stop calling her that- she was his niece....niece, even the word felt misplaced, to intimate for the near non-existent relationship they held- though for now such thoughts were dismissed, the car revved easily to life. It was fortunate, he supposed, that he had possessed the foresight to bring the vehicle, Calliel surely incapable of keeping up with his own speed without it- the car gliding smoothly into the darkness and way from the wail of sirens- the Hunter Council sure to get rid of any loose ends in that regard, the man hardly concerned. Before the radio suddenly sprung into life, golden eyes shot accusingly towards the girl with her fingers still pressed against the button, the early eighties band Wham! exploding from within the speakers with a song far to...jovial for this moment and perhaps far more excitable then Azrael himself had ever been, hand reaching across to turn it off a moment later- unwilling to discuss his choice of music right now.

"Let's not touch the radio, shall we?"

One eye merely lifted, the blonde man seemingly oblivious to the silence that so seemed to descend within the car. He is...not used to having passengers, much less young female ones, guiding the car smoothly down the back streets and towards River Dale- this area of town significantly cheaper then what Calliel may well be used too as pulled up outside the aged apartment complex, leaving the girl to follow in his wake, swinging the door open behind him and leading the way into the small, neat apartment that was comprised of only the most basic of furniture and a single pizza box upon the small coffee table in front of the TV. It was...hardly impressive and yet for now at least, it was home. The blonde moved to stride easily across the room, stepping past the kitchen and into the hall, returning a moment later with a piece of paper and a pen- handing them to the surely bewildered girl before gesturing to the couch.

"You might as well take a seat, write down the things you need from your house and I'll make sure you get them, then we can talk. I suppose you have...questions?"

Questions, he supposed, was probably an understatement in light of what had just occurred.

"Don't worry about the police, the Council will take care of it, along with your....minders."

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread