One eye remained raised as I continued to tower above her false white body and deceiving violet eyes as my own optics of opalescent blue and lilac lingered upon her. She had seemed so like him and yet...had Kael lived he would have been older than this, taller, larger....like me. My mind in it’s foolishness had simply seen a gangly white male, so much like the last time I had seen my sibling and I had been tricked, fooled and hell, even embarrassed into charging through a forest of some kind in an effort to get to him. I had sworn an oath as an Angel, as an Assassin like my Father before me to protect our family and my stupid, stupid heart had, just for a moment, believed in the impossible. I was angry with her for that, angry for making me seem weak, emotional. It wasn’t her fault but I hardly cared. Women were good for almost nothing anyway. They were good for raising pups and that was it. They had no use unless they served my family, unless they were of The Blood and yet with each passing moment I was becoming less and less convinced that this skinny white girl was even remotely related to the glory that was I or my family, the most successful family to ever lead. Diveen would be great again, as Trenus had been when the sky fell and over eighty others had called it home. Isola would see to that and I would ensure that a drop of Angel blood was never spiled again. Once I had disciplined this little wretch of course.
Her eyes drifted, as predicted, to the streak of scarlet that lay across my shoulders like the wound of torn wings ripped out, her violet gaze lingering upon it as I chuckled, holding my head a little higher. I know exactly what I look like, I know that I have surpassed even the legendary Heyel when it comes to looks and really I wasn’t all that surprised she wanted to stare at the perfection. After all, I am as close to such a thing as any wolf has ever come. We are rather famous for being perfect after all. Even so I adjusted myself just a little, allowing the sun to reflect from the red and faint black that set the Angel Mark aglow like ember and fire, illuminating my pelt in white gold. At least this girl appreciates pretty things when she sees them. Her words however, are debatable. If she didn’t have dirt on her face then what was it supposed to be? Dirt at least washes off, some vile black mark hardly will. She also seems very confused about who and what she actually is. Oh joy. I rolled my eyes, sighing loudly as I sat abruptly before her, tucking my tail neatly around my large paws to prevent stray dirt running my pristine look.
"Very well then, it’s not dirt, it is a Demon Mark of some kind, very unfortunate that, although really, who are your parents? You do so look like a rather...less impressive version of one of us. Then again who can say who my sisters have taken to their dens these days. You’re not a daughter of Princess Aaliyah are you? Wouldn’t surprise me if that thing she picked as a mate had found a way to ruin a perfectly good puppy with black smears.....and Chicka, you are a puppy, that’s why you are so small and obnoxious."
A devastating smirk worked it’s way across my features once more, head tilting as I regarded her. She may well indeed be one of us, her attitude was right after all, although her language was so uncultured! Well, if she had been living in the loner lands all this time it would hardly be a surprise. Hmm, maybe she was valuable in some way, maybe she could be offered an invitation to the City of Angels- if she was in fact, actually in possession of decent blood...somewhere in there. Father should have been stricter on who he allowed my sisters to mate themselves to. The fact that they had all chosen princes was at least on redeeming quality, even if Isola made the only decent choice. Zildjian was frankly, so ugly it hurt my eyes and Tobias was rapidly becoming some kind of Demonic Overlord. Yes, well done sisters. I returned my attention to the pale girl as her eyes narrowed in obvious anger, puffing herself up as if I was supposed to be impressed by her ability to fluff out her fur and speak with potent words. I snorted, irritated.
"I cared, Chicka, because I thought you may have been someone else, someone royal and worthy of glory and a place amongst the true Leaders of this land. Your pelt and eyes are a symbol within this land- of Angels. Your muzzle however, is not, hence why are asked after your parents. I do like your attitude though and your fur, in fact I......"
Handsome head lifted to angle back and over my shoulder at the approach of another, a boy (still not full grown) whom I remembered from our days within Trenus, a son of Ruvindra, the traitorous one who had suddenly decided she was entitled to eat her own kind. Tesseract, yes, I remembered his name. Surprising really given I had no interest in him whatsoever, or at least- I hadn’t until Father had mentioned his name, mentioned his allegiance with his Mother. Had he to fallen to the dark side? Had he too begun to feast of the flesh of his own kind like some crazed entity. Honestly I hardly knew about his obsession with me, why would I? Everyone is obsessed with me, he hardly stands out and honestly he is not nearly as attractive nor tall, handsome, skilled or useful. Why was he even here? Ears flicked at the sound of his boyish voice, his eyes resting against my own as I met his gaze evenly, levelly. I was not a child any longer, if he had followed his Mother’s path then he would be the next to have the life torn out of his throat by one of us. Honestly I would rather enjoy that. There is no place for cannibals in this life. The other boy grinned once more, an ugly and misshapen look but we can’t all grin as I can and attempted to place himself between my ethereal form and the possible young Angel before me. I rose just as easily, long limbs graceful and smooth as I moved forward with abruptness, shoving my shoulder into his chest bumping him aside, both eyes lifting in comic entertainment towards the girl as I sat before her once more.
"Sorry, my mistake there, Tesseract, isn’t it? I just had an overwhelming desire to see if you were made of anything other than hot air and raging envy. Evidently you’re not and he is right, Chicka. Not everyone can be like me or even you and really he is rather jealous you see. He never learnt how to be a good servant to royalty. Maybe he can learn to be a good failure like his Mother."
Eyes of stunning violet and blue returned to the male, expression soft, easy, friendly as I sat before him, taller, larger even now before offering him a grin of gentle and exquisite beauty, words delivered as easily as if I had been asking after the weather.
"I’m sorry Tesseract, but if you were hoping to make a meal out of this girl then you are out of luck. Tell your Mother she will have to find another puppy to slaughter. In fact, you should hurry back. The Angels know what she’s done and their coming. It’s only a matter of time. Run along."
I shrugged, eyes returning to the girl, now, where were we. Oh, yes. I was still trying to decide wether or not she was worthy of an invitation to Diveen, greatest of all packs and home of royalty.
"So, do you have a name?"
AZRAEL
"Assassin Prince of Diveen" 