Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

This mentoring business was a poor decision, of that he was assured. Azrael content to watch the pair of women before him as the younger woman attempted to make her case. Serafina hardly seemed pleased about the notion and yet he could see his girlfriend waver on her decision. For all her spitfire personality and bold nature she had a weakness for.....forgotten things. Abandoned things. This other witch somehow managing to tug, he suspected, at those very feelings within Serafina, the raven-haired woman agreeing to that proposal in....some measure. At least until another mentor could be found. Azrael content to offer her a near dubious look that betrayed his feelings on the idea all the same and yet for now he said little on it. Serafina would do as she pleased in the end and he supposed, really, if it was only for a little while then would it really be so bad? Maybe he could simply pretend he didn't know they might be inclined to practice magic together. Was that what they even did? Read spells to each other while sitting around a bubbling cauldron? It was, he suspected, nothing of the sort and yet his lip quirked but slightly all the same at the idea of it, or more so, the somewhat amusing imagery the idea managed to turn within his mind. Still, the idea that another witch might have any inclination to linger around Serafina's house was hardly one that brought him any joy. They had kept their relationship secret for well over a year. Someone else knowing about it was a risk- one he trusted Serafina would....explain to her new protege all the same and yet so far the wind-wielding witch had done little to endear herself towards him. Azrael having decided little about her save from his assurance she was young- and foolish.

His comment in regards to the amount of alarms ittook Serafina to be roused from her bed seemed to inspire that ready argument from her once more. That hint of a simper tugging at his features again as he merely shrugged, as if the matter was entirely debatable. Azrael seeming to possess an entirely unique demeanour for Serafina alone. Serafina, after all was the only being in all the world to hold his affection in any manner at all. That offer to drive Kathryn home was far more for Serafina's benefit of not seeing that witch shot to pieces by some other Hunter then it was for the safety of Kathryn and yet, he supposed, it would be unfortunate for one so young to find a bullet between her eyes when her only crime seemed to be an 'accidental' display of magical aptitude. Azrael easily led the pair back toward his car then, that door effortlessly opened for Sera before he moved to take the driver's seat, the luxurious car rumbling to life beneath his hands. That sudden question from the other witch on why exactly he'd left her unharmed prompted that ready silence from the man. Why did she have to ask? Did it matter? She was alive wasn't she? That soft sighed echoed from within him then before he offered her that truth. Her youth the very reason he had stayed that trigger. That- and her gender. Shooting a woman had never been quote so easy for him as a man. Some part of him, perhaps, inclined to linger in that very era from which he'd come. That very era in which he was frozen in time in some regards.

The heating for that car roared to life a moment later, Azrael quietly turning those vents toward Sera in some effort to warm her and chase that chill from her frame. Exactly why she had been out here still remained to be seen and yet that was a question to grill her on later when they had managed to be rid of their current company. That simple thanks the younger witch offered him met with little more than a grunt by way of reply. Azrael decidedly well known for his...lacking communication skills when the mood should strike him. The Hunter instead finally asking after her name. That decidedly long pause prompting that silent use of another off his affinities in that moment as it so silently wove its way around her. That affinity for lies readily assuring him he would know near instantly if the words that left her mouth next were anything short of the truth. Kathryn Murphy. The truth. Perhaps he was wrong to be suspicious off her and yet- people who hesitated when asked their name were often those inclined to have something to hide. That returned question saw Serafina offer her own name before his own baritone lyrics parted his lips.

"Azrael."

He offered simply. The man seeing little need here and now to go into detail over that unusual name or why he used his middle name rather than his first. That car drove easily down those side streets then, Azrael having one final destination to visit before dropping Kathryn home and returning Serafina and himself back to her house. The Aston Martin pulling smoothly up outside that arka few minutes later. Azrael, fortunately, oblivious to that question Kathryn posed to Serafina as he handed over those fines to Tetradore's lackey or whatever the hell the little man was. Fines that were destined to go unpaid. That very sentiment uttered allowed as he returned to the car then. Serafina's simple suggestion that maybe someone was watching over Tetradore prompting that near inquisitive look to his features.

"Tetradore is little more than a common thug, more intelligent than most I'll admit, but to have someone watching over him seems a stretch. He's probably paid someone off."

Could the WereKing of the West really have someone watching over him? It seemed....dubious at best. The idea the man had paid someone far more likely to his mind and yet he was not unwilling to discount Sera's theory. After all....he had been deleting those indiscretions from Sera's records every since they had begun dating. No one ever likely to suspect him in any sense. It was....possible someone did the same for Tetradore and yet there were few female Hunters, fewer still who seemed to they to...care enough for tetradore to be actively shielding him. He would work it out- one day. That rolled easily back up that road then before turning onto the main street, Azrael heading in that direction Kathryn had suggested her home was, that brief explanation of sorts for just what he did for work uttered then. The young witch querying who the Council was a moment late. Christ. Did they teach the youth of today nothing anymore!? Serafina, fortunately, answered that query first. Azrael nodding before adding to that response.

"My job is to keep track of all the supernaturals in this city, as Sera said, then send those Hunters who work for me out to eliminate the supernaturals pose a threat to humans or society in general. Myself and two other Council members watch over this city, most of the dark Hunters here work for us but there are those that don't. We have no control over Lone Hunters, they do as they please. Just about every country in the world has a Council of Hunters who watches over it and keeps society running one way or another. We have an international database so we can track individual supernaturals from one city or country to the neck. All the Council's around the world keep in contact with one another. We decide who is worth leaving alive and who isn't. Where am I going from here?"

He queried- asking after those directions then in near the same sentence he offhandedly spoke off his control over the lives of thousands, if not millions of other beings. Azrael taking that next street then before heading up and over the nearest hill and into the downtown area, following those offered directions before at last pulling up outside that house Kathryn claimed was her own. Azrael making note of the address all the same just in case he was required to come back here. The Hunter affording Serafina and her new protege that chance to exchange whatever details were required before gesturing to that building.

"This where you live?"