So the call finally came.
She took her damn sweet time about it. It should have been me calling. Until the day I die I will believe that and yet- my time will come, my chance will come and until I am ready for my own personal revolution I will see fit to dedicate my time to my career. My father was an assassin for near nine years before he took up his second career as King and I saw fit to do the same. I had chosen my place in this life, I would be a King one day, but I would make the world fear me first. I would have the respect I was so wrongfully denied as a child in favour of my sister, a girl, of all things though indeed I shall not allow such thoughts to permeate my mind for long. She is Angel Born, she is Marked and as long as I live not another drop of Angel Blood will be spilled. I will be her assassin, her guardian, her justice on this earth and indeed with Malina as her eyes and ears and Ava to rid the world of demons beside my Sister of the Art....our family will rise again. Not that we ever truly fell. Angels cannot fall, we have wings after all, as Father always says.
I strode forward, pushing through the tree-line and towards my full sister, head dipping in a bow of sorts, a customary nod before my violet blue eyes, as opalescent and perfect as our mothers had ever been, drifted towards her mate, Kane, my King and blood of the Art. My loyalty is sworn to him in this moment also, For King and Queen I will give my services until this place is ready for my lead. I have chosen Assassin over King and for now I will be content with such a thing. I am Heyel’s true heir and I will follow his footsteps. Yet I will not fail where he did. I will protect this family, this Pack, this bloodline until I have no blood of my own left to give. The world does not know what I am capable of- but it will. Lips pulled into a devastating smirk, the perfection that I was moving to take a seat beside Malina as she swore an oath in our own language. She may be small and annoying, but i would tolerate the girl, besides, I needed her if we were to rid the world of demons once and for all. I towered over her now, I stood taller and more magnificence then any of them, saver perhaps my sister, only a fool would deny her beauty and indeed it seems that another has managed to see it for what it is. Though the look the pale one wears (Finley) is one I know all too well. The look of a tortured soul. Hmm, intriguing, it would seem the tales if my sister having imprinted are true. Such a shame for all those hopefuls out there. I turned towards the male with the girly pink eyes as Malina offered herself, handsome head tilting slightly as my Angel Mark blazed and my white pelt glowed as his own. Actually...the bastards might have even been a little whiter...
“So you’re the imprint then. Hmm, not exactly what I expected, you’re a bit....small aren't you? In height I mean- of course.”
Lips pulled into a grin not entirely pleasant as it seemed as I offered a wolfish shrug.
"I am Azrael. The Angel Prince. Not sure we've met before...not surprising though, really.."
One beautiful violet blue eye looked the boy over before I flashed an easy, apparently friendly grin, despite me derisive tone, attention returning to my Sister and Kane.
"I am here to offer myself also, Sweet Sister. I swore to defend our family and our bloodline and I have every intention of doing so. Kane.....nice to see you."
I added the ending, after all, if he was to be my King I could at least offer him some politeness as well. He was of noble blood, not as old or pure, but exceptional all the same. He deserved a hello in the least.
AZRAEL
"The Avenging Angel" 