they argued my right to ascension

He never had been entirely comfortable with questions, in any fashion, those of a more direct nature as the ones the vampire beside him seemed determine to pursue in this moment making the blonde Hunter even more uncomfortable- if only for his utter inability no to answer them, words already rising unbidden to his lips though he bites them back for now. Perhaps he was...inclined to tell the truth, though whether by his own devoid moral compass or merely what shred of humanity he still retained he hardly knew- yet he was hardly forced to tell the truth by only one standard. Truth, after all, often held far more than one shade, Azrael meeting the vampires gaze momentarily.

"Yes, you were."

The vampire, in fact, had been the only one content to actually bid. All other attempts on this ridiculous amulet seemed to be by far more nefarious means and truly Azrael is half given to believe Xerxes had given him guardianship of it with the sole knowledge that he would be plagued by a wealth of supernatural deviants attempting to get their hands on it. Later, he thinks, he will be content to have a conversation with the Hunter. For now his interests remain more singular. The vampire moves to stretch one arm languidly along the back of the chair, Azrael eyeing it with a marked distaste he remains incapable of hiding, form stiffening readily in response to even this vague movement before he suggests attempting to move this meeting to somewhere a little less crowded- a suggestion the vampire hardly seems inclined to take up. Hmm. Perhaps he had underestimated this one- if only slightly, the leech not nearly as unintelligent as most of his species seemed to be. Perhaps he was old, or older in the least, the centuries offering him some level of sense the younger vampires never did seem to latch onto before they met their ultimate destruction. Unfortunate that. This meeting however, has decidedly come to an end, Azrael unwilling to entertain this charade any further. The vast majority of beings in this area were human, most willing enough to support the death of a vampire or in the least intelligent enough not to involve themselves, the few lingering supernatural's he could sense on the very periphery of his powers hopefully equally as inclined to stay out of the hopefully short-lived battle about to ensue.

"Yes- lets get this over with."

The vampire reaches into his jacket in the same moment Azrael reaches smoothly into his own, grasping the stake beneath before plunging it backhanded in the same, smooth, single motion sideways and towards the chest of the man beside him, aiming entirely to impale him to the chair- a rush of utterly unnatural speed assuring the action is little more than a blink- a blur in time. Aiming to end him here and now with a single, defining stroke. Such an action however, requires the Hunter to drop that thin, fine field of light that had so blocked his aura before, revealing his Hunter status readily now to any with the sense to be aware of it. Another rush of speed sees the Hunter lift from the bench, pivoting in place to face the vampire now. He has survived long enough to anticipate that, slim though the chances were, if he had missed the creature's heart and the creature was strong enough- it was entirely likely it would retaliate- Azrael more than prepared for such a thing. A second stake poised and ready within his left hand, the amulet the vampire sought hanging visibly around the Hunters own neck now like a painful tease out of reach and yet truly of the amulet Azrael hardly cares any longer. It held no value to him, it had merely brought him one more victim to add to his ever growing list.

"You vampires have to make everything so fucking difficult."

The scream of a nearby resident had surely already alerted half of the neighbourhood and yet for now the golden eyes of the Hunter remain fixated upon his target with every intention of sending it back from whatever part of hell it had come from.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread