This very plan had not gone, well, to plan. Dorian had hardly anticipated the sheer speed with which Serfina was capable of commanding her icy element- nor the fashion in which it managed to ensnare his very body. Forcing him to drop that cloak of invisibility. That ice seemed to seep into his very veins! That cold rapidly brought a near blue tinge to his skin as he shivered agianst its frosted embrace. Serafina, for her part, seemed positively intent to gloat as she all but draped herself over his frigid form. Dorian's own sharp insistence not to touch him only seemed to prompt her further, the young witch commenting instead upon his rudeness as if she were not the one who had committed this act of treason! For all the Monarch's lack of ability to move however, Dorian was so hardly powerless. His own most potent affinity was as capable of subtly as it was of showmanship. That affinity for life, after all, had near limitless bounds. It was easy to find Serafina's own life, to tap into it and so begin that slow and yet purposeful drain. Dorian was content to tug at her very life force itself, stealing it near greedily in an effort to weaken her own power and too- distract her from furthering that chilling cold that seemed to spread deeper and deeper into his body with every passing moment. If he wasn't fast enough he was surely going to freeze to death! Dorian's silver gaze cut back toward Sebastian then, that near desperate look so willing Sebastian to slow Serfina down.

Sebastian, however, was so hardly given a chance to react before Serfina became aware of Dorian's own power at play. The young witch near whirled to face him, that outrage clear upon her pale features as her shouts rose. Dorian's own features only further steeled, that irritation clear upon them. How dare he? How dare she! How ill accustomed he was to being shouted at in any sense, even given his current predicament. Oh, but she would pay for this level of insolence. Serafina's hand rose suddenly, the witches intention so becoming clear in the same moment as her palm connected with Dorian's cheek- that resounding slap seeming to echo through that open space. Dorian, for several moments, was veritably stunned by that very action and yet that shock was quick to give way to...outrage. The Monarch's own power seemed to flare in that moment and yet- another hiss filled that room as Sebastian's form lunged forward in the same moment as Matteo's arrow struck the ground before bursting into flame- sending Serafina scrambling backwards and into the arms of the vampire. Sebastian's fangs were purposeful in their assault, biting into the young woman's flesh. Serafina's scream echoed throughout that ship as her icy hold released the grateful Monarch. Christ but he was cold! That fading heat from Matteo's arrow was near blissful.

The now thoroughly bound Serafina was dropped to the floor, the witch momentarily ignored as Sebastian rushed forward in a clear display of concern. Hmm, how very....pleasing it was to have someone appear so worried for him. The near tender touch of Sebastian's hand agianst his jawline prompted a rare and yet genuine simper to Dorian's lips as his head nodded.

"Yes, I am entirely alright. I will take back what she owes me momentarily. Perhaps I will have her kept captive for questioning. You have done an excellent job in containing her."

Dorian's gaze shifted to look toward Serafina before returning to meet Sebastian's own. How very striking the vampire's eyes were. Indeed, rather a lot of Sebastian was striking. Hmm, was this truly the man he had married in another life? How assured he was of his own excellent taste in that moment.

"Thank you, Sebastian- for assisting me."

Those words, accented with that Italian lilt, were nothing short of genuine. Dorian allowed one hand to lift in that moment before waving it idly over Serafina- the Monarch making no effort this time to hide that power drain as he moved to steal a rather notably portion of her life- enough to render her unconscious and restore the warmth to his own figure. Any further words he might have offered Sebastian however were lost in the sudden collision of Alexander into the ship's floor. The Hunter so seemed to have fallen off the very roof itself!

There was a distinct pleasure in the sickening sound of crunching metal that came from Alexander's abrupt fall. Azrael could hardly keep the smile from his lips as his own form vaulted back to the earth, that gravity aiding him to land smoothly in comparison. The demnic Hunter was content to stalk forward and toward his fallen victim with every intent of finishing that battle. Alexander had proven....challenging and yet even he had fallen victim to Azrael's demonic power. How he would celebrate this victory tonight! The sudden hiss of an arrow prompted the demonic Hunter to whirl, that claymore thrown up again to dodge the sudden flurry that descended down upon him! That fucking Fae! He had forgotten the Frenchman in the wake of his battle with Alexander. The Fae choosing now to rain down that sharpened hell. Each of those arrows was surprisingly...accurate and with far more speed that Azrael had truly seen an archer manage before. Had the man some affinity for shooting? Azrael raised that claymore once more in an effort to batter those arrows away, the hunter momentarily forced to take his eyes off that place Alexander had fallen- only for that feeling of power to explode once more. This time in a sheer rush of electrical energy that seemed to lunge with glee across the dampened floor.

"What the fuck?"

Those word's were barely free of Azrael's lips before Alexander lunged forward with far more speed and power then Azrael had ever been capable of. That electricity hissed through the air- that crackling sound the very last Azrael was given to hear before the point of Alexander's blade punctured through his chest. The force of that strike, the speed, the sheer...power behind that lightning was far more....god like then any strike Azrael had ever seen before and yet- how readily he was denied that chance to witness it further as Alexander's sword drove home. Azrael's body simply left to crumple to the floor of that rapidly sinking ship.

Matteo's own silver gaze lingered with curiosity on that scene below as he lowered his bow, allowing it to disappear back onto whatever dusty shelf within his home it had come from. Did Gregory still exist within this world? Did his manservant still watch over his home? Such thoughts, he supposed, were near trivial and yet Matteo had long since had a habit for finding those near trivial matters to consider in the wake of death. The glow that seemed to surround Alexander had begun to fade as Azrael's body fell to the floor- the Macedonian's sword seemed to fade along with it and yet how....incredible it had been to see that old Alex emerge once more. Even if only for a few moments. There had been times, once, when Alexander had allowed the true reaches of his strength to be displayed on those open battlefields. He had seen the Macedonian down armies with his blade. Did Dorian and Sebastian truly realise what they had just witnessed, even if only for a moment? Matteo allowed the barest hint of a simper to find his lips once more before Alexander turned to shout up and towards him. That ship, after all, was sinking. Perhaps it were best if they were no longer on it.

Matteo's gift for teleportation readily saw the Frenchman appear upon that floor and beside his own son then, his hand gestured loosely towards the bodies of Azrael and Serafina. Though whether they were alive or dead even matteo was so hardly sure. The both of them, for now at least, seemed to linger upon a near permeable plane of existence. Their futures caught within an entirely unique balance that existed upon the brink of life or death. Each capable of going either way and yet, on this, Matteo said nothing. The Frenchman so rarely ever cared to discuss the truth depth of what he was capable of perceiving. Matteo instead of merely querying whether or not Dorian intended to bring them.
"Are you leaving them here, Dorian?"

Dorian's gaze shifted from those bodies, toward Matteo and back again before the young Monarch simply nodded. "I have little true use for them, let them stay." The Dorian he knew would hardly have left them behind to face their fates and yet Matteo made little effort to argue as he moved to follow that group toward the exit. A sudden screeching from above prompted Matteo's own gaze upwards as a metal sheet tumbled to the floor, missing that party by mere inches. The weight of that water and ice and electricity seemed to have coaxed the Ark to fall apart from the inside as it heaved almost violently within the water.

"Might I suggest running?"

Dorian was the first to break into that run, his hand reaching for Sebastian as more of that roof began to cave in. This, Matteo had decided, was more physical activity then he normally deemed necessary. The Freshman all but broke into a sprint then as a wooden beam catapulted down towards them. Shit.

"Alex! Move!"

Those words had no sooner left the Frenchmans lips in warning of that impending beam collapse then that beam seemed to suddenly....halt mid air. It's wooden side skewed atop a...polearm? Where Dorian had gotten that weapon Matteo hardly knew, his son somehow managing to have fashioned the age-old weapon from those shadows he commanded before using it to deflect that beam, another polearm already summoned within his hands. This, Matteo had decided, was not a world he was ever going to understand. The Frenchman was the last to scramble out of that boat and onto the dock outside as the Ark began to drop lower and lower into the ocean, its sinking form managing to attract a rather notable crowd- just like it had done in their own world. Matteo, in that moment, was inclined to feel the absence of Aiden once more. God, he needed to get back. That sensation of anxiety began to claw at his stomach again as the silver of his gaze shifted to how own Father. Whatever words he had been about to say, however, were cut short by Dorian's hand abruptly offering him a slip of paper.

"What's this?"
It is Mothers address, you wanted it, no?
"Aren't you coming with us?"
I think, Matteo, that you might prefer to see her alone, no?
"Where are you and Sebastian going then?"
We have just won a glorious victory, Sebastian and I are going to do what all kings do when they win victories. Have tea.
"Tea?"
Yes, 'tea'. A lot of 'tea'. In a very nice penthouse suite of my favoured hotel.

Dorian's eye rose ever so slightly, that insinuation nothing short of clear as his hand reached for Sebastian's own once more,the vampire so hardly seemed as if he intended to argue that invitation for tea as Dorian so quickly embraced them both in that invisibility- concealing them from the gathered crowd. Matteo moved to glance down at that piece of paper- that address was hardly far from Dorian's home! They had walked all this way only to walk back again!

"Dorian, wait!"

Dorian paused upon the edge of that crowd, his silver gaze inclined to meet his Father's own as he looked expectantly toward the Frenchman.

"That weapon you summoned before, when did you learn to use a polearm?"

Even Alexander, in those days of war and campaign, had rarely, if ever, utilised such a weapon as that. A polearm, after all, was difficult to use well. The Macedonian having preferred a spear. Polearms were neither suited for offense, or defense- the weapon entirely capable of both and yet there were precious few capable of wielding it with enough skill to be deemed masters. The long, hefty stick required a level of skill, strength, accuracy and agility few warriors had. Let alone the patience to learn to balance it correctly. Matteo himself near loathed using the weap if only for his one lack of skill with it. Indeed, in all his life, Matteo was sure he had never met anyone whom had fully embraced that weapon and yet someone had so clearly instructed the Fae King. Dorian's own head tilted ever so slightly in curiosity. As if that answer should have been obvious. Grandfather, of course. Matteo's own features frowned as he glanced toward Alexander then.

"You used a polearm in this world?"
"Not Alexander."

Dorian's words only saw that look of utter confusion deepen. How many grandfathers did Dorian have? Were Isabella's parents still alive in this world as well? Had one of them mastered that near impossible weapon? If not Alexander then who? Alexander, beside him, seemed to have almost paled.

"What other grandfather do you have, Dorian?"
Grandfather Hephy, of course. He lives only a street over from Mother. There is a giant statue of a horse in front of his home, you cannot miss it. That is, if you intend to visit with him too. I shall come and find you both again later. Come along, Sebastian.

Hephy? Surely Dorian had not meant Hephaestion, had he? Matteo's gaze shifted from the sight of his retreating son and his new lover to glance at that paper in his hands and back again. Matteo, for several moments, so merely let that silence settle before his gaze shifted at last to his own Father. Hepahsaton, for as long as he had known Alexander, had been the...unmentionable topic. What he had learned of his companions soul mate had been slowly deduced over centuries- or taken from history books. Hephaestion's death was perhaps the only death in all of Alexander's life that the Hunter had never recovered from. Not even after a thousand years.

"Alex? Do you want to...where are you going!? Alex? Dad!"

Alexander was already moving, Matteo veritably forced to run after him. The pair so undoubtedly headed to find those two individuals whom they longed for the most.

c'est dur d'être un dieu.