Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

For several moments longer the golden gaze of the man lingered upon the woman whom had appeared at the front door, eyeing the messy bun atop her head and the decidedly sparse outfit she seemed to have donned as if she was about to head off to a yoga class. She did, in fact, remind him of a rather modern day housewife in every sense of the word. Fairy Queen perhaps, was not entirely a title that so seemed to befit the creature before him and yet he had seen appearances be deceiving more then once- his wariness remaining entirely intact. Her attempt to correct his pronunciation of what he remains assured is a ridiculous word earns her little more than a scowl, eyes narrowing darkly upon her all the more- such a look surely providing her with exactly what he thought of her attempts at correction without a need for further words. Her explanation of the name in a stuttered, nervous voice only seems to further add to his irritation. It was ludicrous, truly, that a Fae group would have the audacity to name itself the good people. Fae were hardly people to begin with and Azrael is truly pressed to recall even one member of the Fae Folk he would consider 'good' at any stretch of the imagination. Fae were the weakest amongst the supernatural when it came to physical strength and brute force, yet they were deceitful, cunning, often incredibly intelligent and in possession of powers to match- those too rarely of the physical persuasion and often far more inclined to the mental, emotional of illusive categories.

"I don't care."

The words are sharp, blunt and entirely to the point. Azrael assured he hardly cared at all for what she wanted to name her Monarchy, his hand moving to turn the screen of his phone around, displaying the photo of the youthful looking brunette man that had been taken during his captivity- the Fae looking decidedly confused. Azrael well prepared for this woman's assurance that she didn't know the man and had never seen him. Her sudden and honest admittance, Azrael assured innately she spoke the truth, saw both eyes lift slightly in a moment of surprise. Hmm, perhaps this so-called King had offended the girl somehow, enough that she might be willing to make his own job far easier. Her sudden request to come however is perhaps the entirely more surprising gesture- one hand automatically reaching for the iron dagger concealed beneath his clothing- one of many â€" anticipating some trick on the part of the girl. For her part, in the least, she simply continued to stand there with an open door, a mutter of agitation falling from his lips before he moved to let himself in all the same- hand returning to his side unarmed though the tense hold to his tall, toned frame spoke entirely of the readiness that existed within him. He is hardly nervous, hardly afraid- more so he is simply ready to defend himself as he always has been.

The irritable blonde hardly moves to take the chair he was offered, instead merely leaning back upon the arm of it in a position half standing, half sitting that offered him far more room to move should he be required too- arms folding across his chest. It had forever been to the disdain of Sera that Azrael never seemed to relax in a room, the man forever seeming tense and by that notion often causing tension among everyone else and yet over eighty years of having to be faster than his opponents was hardly something easily released. His attention returns easily to the woman now, the girl far more....compliant then any creature he had ever interviewed before. Either this was some sort of trick, else the girl was actually in possession of another respect for the super-human creature and his iron weapons to be almost civil to him. A notion Azrael struggles to believe if only for the sheer rarity of it. She knew him, apparently, the man holding some hope he might even be home in time for dinner tonight. Unless she was lying although, once more, he simply knew, somehow, that she wasn't.

"It may come as a surprise to you but we rarely judge a supernatural's threat level by their ability to work appliances. I'm also not interested in arresting him or any such nonsense but you friend has a bit to answer for. As for the tea, no, forgive me but I tend not to drink things your kind gives me."

Fae were decidedly good at poisoning after all. He himself hardly had any need for a fairy or any desire to go about hunting it down. He was merely here to decide whether or not he wanted to share what information he found today with the council, allowing those still looking for the Fae Man to find him with distinct ease and yet too- he was hardly inclined to help the morons who had lost the fairy in the first place. Azrael so entirely the metaphorical balance that could tip the scales in favour of either party.

"Whether you are aware of it or not there is a small group of Hunters still searching for your friend and who will continue to do so, they know he is here in this city and they are determined to get back what they lost. As for me, this city is my area, my jurisdiction- I have nothing to do with them other then berating them for releasing a five hundred year old Fae onto my streets. Whether they get him back or not hardly matters to me. I merely need to know from you, as you said, whether or not he is dangerous- or could be."

He paused for a moment, gaze still firmly upon the woman, affording her a moment to reply before he moved to swipe his fingers across the screen of his phone once more, turning the screen back to the woman. Showing her now a picture of a rather...dead individual, collapsed within a pool of blood that seemed to have stained most of his front in the same manner. The scene rather horrific, truly.

"You may think your friend is not a threat but I disagree. This is his handiwork and on a Hunter no less. This was with a sword I am told and as such I'm sure you can see my concerns. If he is capable of this without using any other powers then that is something of a worry to me. This Hunter was over two hundred years old- he was not an easy kill. Fae as old as he is are rarely weak, in fact I daresay he is much more powerful then even he knows, he's simply never been forced to use his power and the question is- when he works out just what he is capable of, is he going to be a threat to others? What if he attempts to overthrow you? Are you stronger then him?"

If she was going to be honest with him, then he was going to be honest with her and yet he was surely just as interested in Dorian as he was in Samantha herself. Azrael quite determined to assess just how much of a threat this Fairy Queen might be as well. His questions decidedly pointed and for a reason.

"Italy also wants him back- apparently they were fond of him, but I'm not getting involved in politics."