Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

House calls. He had never enjoyed house calls in any sense of the word. Kat had returned from her own overseas venture- why couldn't she be called on? Why was it always him? Was it not enough he was doomed to live this eternally wretched life as it was without needing to tie up the council's loose ends? He had little to no knowledge of Italy, much less any of its rulers and indeed sorting out personal contracts was even less within the realm of business he cared to attend to. Why anyone would want a five hundred year old fairy Azrael hardly knew and yet he hardly cared to ask. There was more than one Hunter in existence whom preferred collecting rare creatures as opposed to killing them. A lifestyle Azrael hardly agreed with and yet provided it did not encroach upon his own activities he had no desire to monitor it. It was merely this- when things went wrong that he became so entirely annoyed with the activities of his own kind. The council had, somehow, next to no information on a King that most records had shown had disappeared from antiquity, one that someone with both money and resources had desired to have for reasons unknown, only to allow said King to escape into the city on a stopover. The utter stupidity of his own kind never ceased to amaze him. What should have been an utterly simple handover had resulted in a supernatural entity of unknown power and evidently remarkable influence rouge upon the streets of the area he was charged with protecting.

It had taken several weeks of inquiry to at last find a name of use to himself, along with an address. It was a starting point if nothing else, the fae women at Nadya's burlesque having been helpful only to the point of affording him this Samantha's name and assuring him that she would be the better one to question. As the apparent leader of the cities newest Fae Monarchy they had assured him she would surely have some information on Italy's missing Fae King. For his part, the often disagreeable blonde Hunter had simply been content to get away from the establishment, easily focusing his search towards the residential areas now. On this new fairy queen, too, the Council had held decidedly little information. Either the girl was a relatively dull supernatural being whom had hardly ever drawn the Councils attention, else she had somehow managed to fly beneath the metaphorical radar until now. Even so, if she had established a new monarchy within the city Azrael was entirely assured it was his business to know about it. If she happened to have any information on Italy's missing monarch then such a thing would merely be an added bonus. There was in the end, he supposed, some reason for his visit her today all the same. Struggling to find a purpose for his existence of late had proven to be the eternal struggle.

The tall young man pauses easily outside the door of the address he had managed to discover, one hand reaching up to rap against the door, arms crossing over his chest to weight. His form shifted ever so slightly, assuring the majority of his weapons remained concealed beneath the sleeveless hoody he so often wore to work, toned shoulders rolling slightly. He was hardly here to kill anyone today, yet his trust for the Fae, a decidedly cunning species, assured the man carried several weapons to be used against them regardless. After all, there was nothing to say this supposed Queen would not attack him, let alone bring an army down upon him- though he doubted he resources were nearly so advanced for that. Even so, it paid to be prepared. The sound of someone behind the door sees the golden eyes of the man incline upward once more, finding his gaze lingering upon a small, blonde woman whom looked decidedly more meek then she did royal- one eye arching upward in amusement.

"Are you Samantha? The apparent Queen of-"

He pauses, briefly glancing down at the paper in his hands once more, the man assured he cannot pronounce whatever ridiculous words is scrawled upon the paper all the same. The name of her monarchy outside his ability to pronounce as he simply scowls towards it with disdain. His recovery equally swift though his tone was decidedly sharp now. Annoyed with her purely because of the name of her monarchy.

"-the new Monarchy in this city?"

He pauses, allowing her several moments to answer before he reaches easily into his pocket to produce his mobile phone, fingers swiping across the screen a moment before turning it around to display the picture upon the screen. One of a very confused looking Dorian taken several months before.

"Do you know who this is?"