they argued my right to ascension

It had been some time since he had last seen Davante, time better spent, Azrael is sure and yet once more the Hunter found himself in......need perhaps, of the warlocks talents, at least in some regard. Had he been capable of finding anyone else he most assuredly would have, no part of the man willing to admit he did not totally dislike the warlock. At least not completely. He was an obnoxious prick as far as Azrael was concerned and yet the other man came as close to a 'friend' as Azrael might have been willing to admit he had. Not that any need for companionship had brought him here tonight. It was business alone- or so Azrael is content to tell himself. He had hardly been surprised to find that the warlock wasn't home. Davante never actually seemed to be at home and yet Azrael is hardly going to bother himself with the effort of walking all the way downtown to the man's shop. It would be far less energetic to simply wait for the man to get home from work, a flicker of light aimed at the door lock seeing it undone easily, Azrael content to let himself in. The house was, as he had anticipated, entirely empty, even Davante's sister seeming to be out today as the man made his way into the kitchen, determined to make his own cup of coffee while he waited.

One hand moved to fill the kettle absentmindedly, golden gaze drawing lazily over the collection of family's photos that seemed to adorn the apartment He knew part of the warlocks story, at least, that part that was available to any Hunter who cared to look up the boys record and yet many of the faces remained foreign to him still. How strange it was, to be forced to consider his prey actually possessed a family. It takes several more moments to actually make his cup of coffee, frowning in mild disdain at Davante's lack of drinkable milk- did the man keep nothing in date?! Perhaps he was hardly surprised. He'd have to have it black then. An irritable mutter of sorts slips from his lips, the Hunter moving to stroll easily into the lounge room before making himself comfortable in the nearest chair to wait- the sudden appearance of a cat seeing both eyes lift.

"Can I help you?"

What else was he supposed to say to it? He never knew Davante kept pets. That seemed decidedly....domestic for the warlock. The black tom cat lunged abruptly upward and onto the sofa beside him, Azrael content to eye it warily a moment. He wasn't exactly opposed to cats, more so, pet ownership was somewhat outside his particularly skillset, the man seeming unable to decide whether or not to actually pet then animal or whether it might decide to slash him. One hand reaches gingerly forward, fingertips barely brushing the thick black fur of the cat before it purrs, rubbing its head into his hand, its body following suit, arching its way along in a manner that almost......almost managed to bring a simper to the man's features. The cat however, was evidently content to take their friendship further, moving to clamour its way onto his lap, claws beginning to dig into the denim of his jeans as the Hunter frowns once more.

"This is a little....fast I...what are you doing?....Be careful where your putting those paws....don't sit, please don't sit.....I...."

An exasperated sigh of sorts finds itself forced from the mans lips, Azrael attempting not to spill his coffee on the happily sitting black feline that had taken to purring contentedly in his lap. A sudden meow sees the Hunter look up once more, sharp reflexes instantly locating another cat and another and another, the felines rapidly beginning to appear from behind the furniture or from the shadows of the room.

"How many fucking cats does he have?"

The sooner the man got home the better, Azrael distinctly uncomfortable with so many pairs of eyes resting upon him.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread