I growled and snarled and spat and hissed like a cobra as I launched my exquisite frame down the side of the crater, long, hard limbs and God-like form taking the mountainside one angelic lunge at a time as I tore at the earth with my claws and landed with a solid thud on the damp soil below. Heyel couldn’t have done that if he’d tried. I’d seen him try to walk down here earlier, old limbs and bones aching as he shuffled down like the decrepit old man that he was. Now don’t get me wrong. I adore my sire, he is our patriarch, the unofficial King of all Moladion and there is not a wolf alive who doesn’t know it, who wouldn’t bow to his paws- but for how long must I stand in the shadows. I am far younger, taller and stronger then he ever was and yet he says wait, says that my chance will come. Ha! Lies, vile lies from the lips of an Angel. I am his son and heir, when is it that he will finally bow to me and allow me to speak for our family. He can’t protect them anymore. He couldn’t protect a bone from a hungry child. I snorted, perhaps the last thought was not entirely true and yet it pleased my brilliant mind to think it as I stalked through the undergrowth that day, throwing ferns and plants aside if they were not swift enough to get the hell out of my way. I was the Angel Prince, when would it be my turn to shoe this world what I could do. I could protect our family better then he could. I would never allow another drop of Angel blood to be spilled, not for as long as I lived. I had sworn it.
Yet the rage within myself did not quell. I had sworn this oath and I would keep to it, but when would Father see that he should began to give command to me? I should be making the choices for our family and those loyal to us, yet they fawn over Father as if he is the last drink of water in a fucking desert. I had approached him more then once, asked it over him more then once and this time we had almost come to blows. I was entirely sure I could defeat him....almost anyway. Something inside had simply crumpled when he snarled, when his entire frame screamed for my submission my legs had bent without my consent, my ears flattening back. One more year or two, that was all I needed and he would submit to me. Well, if he wasn’t to bust raising Isola onto a golden pedestal. I knew my sister meant to lead next and yet that was entirely another issue within my mind, one I hardly cared to think on. I strode onward on long limbs, muscle rippling and coiling beneath the thick, silken perfection of my pelt as I near floated across the earth with the in-born grace of my mother, snowy pelt softly aglow beneath the trees, the Angel Mark across my shoulders smouldering softly like embers on a weakening fire. I was more than Heyel had ever been, my training was complete, I was an Assassin now and I was sure as hell determined to be greater than he was. I just had to murder a queen.
Eyes of violet and blue, shaded with that opalescent sheen of my mother focused ahead once more, spying a dark lump of sorts in my path. Perhaps some scum of a wolf had fallen and died. How unfortunate. Not that it was less then any of them deserved. Only those true-born were worthy of life, my family and I, those loyal to us. Anyone else was nothing but mongrel scum and vile blood sent to fill this earth with their toxic plague. Perhaps this creature had been one of them. The thought of her being dead was almost pleasing and indeed my lips folded into a grin of devastatingly gorgeous proportions as I approached.....only to scowl. She was alive, just lying there, like an idiot. Where was Tobias when you needed him? Aaliyah swore up and down that he was a danger to all but her, though I was entirely sure I could control him if need be. If only she’d give me the chance. Even so I rolled my eyes once more as I rounded her injured frame, forcing a gentle grin to my face and soft kindness to my eyes as I reached down to nose her gently.
"My lady? Why is it that you lay as you do? How have you come to be injured, should I send for assistance?"
My voice was as soft lilting as any prince from any fairy tail as I lingered within the sun before her, shining like a beacon. My family is famed for its grace and beauty and I had learned long ago to use such a thing to my advantage, as well as the smoothness of my voice and the latina of my accent that would forever taint all my words. I realised two years ago that I could make others do almost anything I wanted.....I just had to pretend to care. Females are good for only one or two things in this life and I have no true interest in helping the girl. I assist her, I touch her vile black pelt because she will remember one day...who came to her, that smiling Angel from above. She will remember and she will be in my debt.
AZRAEL
"The Avenging Angel" 