It started with a whisper, a hint, a murmur that somehow reached the years of Heyel (not that that is surprising, everything reaches his bloody ears) and was whispered to Malina, who in turn, took the chance to speak it softly to my own ears- that the son of the never-great and never-useful Hyperion had become demonic in a way his sire never was. For whatever reason, Malina, my Fathers little pet had been placed in charge of the fabled List, along with being granted the power, by my illustrious sire, to command the rest of us to assist her in the destruction of each wolf found to be guilty of the greatest of sins. Now, I have no problem in the eradication of the foul plague that are Demons upon this earth, after all, that is my job, my purpose in this life and one I aim to perform to a level that surpasses the greatness of Heyel and Devil combined. What I object to, is being told what to do by one who i believe to be my lesser. She is not nearly as strong, tall, fast or useful as myself and indeed, while I am forced to respect her as a Sister of The Art that does not mean I have to like her and indeed I am still convinced that Malina is not nearly as skilful as she believes herself to be. It should have been me and yet, I could hardly say I was surprised. Heyel never chose me, he never saw me......he wouldn’t even know if I up and left. I am his son and heir and he wouldn’t know if I stopped breathing.
I snorted, irritated as I ducked beneath the trees, following the scent of this Daemon boy. It wouldn’t matter, in the end Heyel would be forced to see me, to acknowledge me- because I am damn tired of waiting and with what I had in mind, Moladion would not forget my name anytime soon, let alone my Father. Shaking these thoughts from handsome head I broke into a steady lope, large paws falling softly, silently against the earth as I moved with purposeful ease, a gift of my near perfect conformation and form. To his credit, this Daemon fellow was silent as well and his scent faint yet there all the same. It was enough. Honestly I was already willing to convict him, his name was Daemon for hell’s sake, in the language of our Art and Blood that translates directly to Demon, isn’t that enough of a sign? Either that or his idiot parents had an odd sense of humour or indeed- odd goals for their son. I slowed my pace, long limbs and powerful frame easing into a long striding walk as I paused a moment, pelt concealed well within the shadows as I simply listened, testing the air, tasting the breeze before directing my eyes of lilac and blue opalescent towards the place the male surely lingered, his own motion halted. Hmm, smart boy- although, there really is no need to hide is there?
I ducked my head, stunningly exceptional form sliding free of the shadows embrace as I strode forward and towards the....child. I scowled, making no effort to hide my derision. A puppy. Malina had sent me after a puppy. Well, to his credit he was surely about three and nearly grown and yet I still towered over the silly fool and his vile pelt, what could have once been a rather pure white seeming to have been massacred by grey and black that quite frankly hurt my eyes. His eyes, on the other hand, were a sin in themselves. Could he even see? Hell, I hardly cared, if this was one of the Demons of Moladion I was utterly convinced we’d gotten ourselves excited over nothing. I could sit on the damn thing and finish it now. I sighed loudly, eyes rolling with the irony of my existence, making no effort to hide either one as I strode forward, white pelt wreathed in gold, Angel Mark glowing like faint embers as I moved to stand a few paces away so as not to make the boy feel crowded. I need information, not for him to run or attack and really, if he was a cannibal I suppose that was a concern. I forced my features into something a little more neutral, or a best, politely curious as eyes of blue and lilac lingered upon him, appraising him silently and swiftly before I spoke.
"Your one of Fiera and Hyperion’s boys aren’t you?"
I already knew he was and yet really, how was the boy going to feel even remotely comfortable if he learned we’d been spying on him for- well, rather a long time? I kept my features pleasant and easy, curious and yet not overly so, merely as if I’d happened upon him and found myself intrigued. Honestly nothing about him intrigued me save for his possible prey choices and even then my interest would remain only as long as he continued to breathe. The matter was simple, as soon as he was proved either innocent or guilty by myself he would be allowed to go on his way, or he would be slaughtered and left to rot somewhere and join his Father and siblings in hell. Where they belonged. Disgusting creatures. If the fall of the sky had taught me anything it was simply that life was hardly fair. Fate didn’t give a damn who or what you were and yet, despite that, my bloodline survived because we were created in the image of perfection, we were born to thrive and thrive we had and would continue to do so. Demons, well, maybe some survived as well, yet they are born and fed on weakness, they are slaves to their desires and broken and fractured in their minds. They are vile, weak and useless and indeed if I have a purpose on this earth it is to act as the hand of Fate and cleanse this earth of such a plague while protecting my Blood. Opalescent eyes lifted to his own foul red ones before I spoke once more.
"I never met your parents, but I heard a great deal about them when I was young. I was told they didn’t survive however, in fact, I was told none of their line did- which is evidently not true. Are you all that’s left? Surely some of your siblings must have survived?"
I shrugged nonchalantly, taking a seat before him.
"Forgive my curiosity, I just always wondered what happened to the Mirovis wolves of old, after all, my Father rambled on about yours all the time. I’m Azrael by the way."
Really I just needed him to start talking and if the ‘gently gently’ approach didn’t work, hell, I’d pin him down and beat it out of him. I hardly cared, take my advice, give the Smiling Assassin what he wants.
AZRAEL
"4 years ~ No Mate ~ Soul of Andromeda ~ Heyel x Zeivah ~ 41in 177lbs ~ Divenn" 