I was fairly sure the stupid thing was trying to break its own neck. Honestly I hadn’t even questioned the boy yet and it seemed he was about to attempt suicide with the way he rotated his head, not that I blame him, if I had eyes like that I would give dying a rather good go as well, I mean, what else could I do with my life if I was doomed to unattractive and unsightly looks that screamed ‘demon’ if nothing else? The boy, in typical ill-bred style seemed content to stare with blank and devoid attention in a way almost eerily similar to Tobias. I’d met my sister’s ‘mate’ only once and yet that single time had been enough to spark the desire within myself to eliminate as many as possible of these soul-less unfeeling creatures. Hell, I may be unemotional, but there is life within my gaze all the same. This boy was somewhat...cold. Then again, maybe he simply appreciated good looks and I can hardly blame him, I’d look at me to were our positions reversed. I am the epitome of wolf perfection, created in the image of Angels and he was, at best.....short and gangly. I kept my features neutral once more, feigning some curiosity in my own questions while making no attempt to spook the silly fool, not that I am sure he would run away, in typical demonic style he appears unafraid of myself, a creature far larger in obviously superior. Whatever. When he finally seemed willing to speak I allowed my ears to slide forward in polite curiosity, head tilting slightly as he did. Evidently he doesn’t feel the need to actually answer the questions.
Well, next time I wouldn’t be so polite. One eye lifted in an imitation of Heyel’s own infamous gesture, the action near perfect and one I was glad I couldn’t see. I never enjoyed being compared to a wolf most were convinced I would never emulate. Most didn’t know me. Daemon continued to speak, content to tell me about myself and really it was surprising how much he knew, not that any of it was secret knowledge, the death of my infant brothers and Mother was widely known. The Angel’s were hardly inconspicuous after all and my Mother’s absence, especially, would be noted when she no longer appeared at Heyel’s side. She was always to good for him. I pushed the thoughts aside for a moment, returning my attention to Daemon as he continued to tell me about myself and my Mother. If I hadn’t spent four years training to be what I am, to remain calm in the face of words held against me then I would surely have been unable to control the rage that roared inside my chest like a Cougar, eyes flashing momentarily with an hurt to obvious to hide. I’m not a bloody martyr, I do feel, despite popular opinion and this little dolt was treading on thin ice. Even so I remained as I was, teeth grinding against themselves in frustration and building aggression, though I doubted he could hear such a thing and I refused the satisfaction. If he wanted to play games, fine, I would play. I sighed, lowering my head slightly, giving it a soft shake. He was taunting, but he could do nothing if I took it as it was, pretended I saw no taunt, only his polite condolences.
"We all grieved for her, she was the Matriarch of our pack after all. Fortunately my Father still lives and within each of us is a part of her. It was- unfortunate, yet surely you understand? Having lost both your parents and having to live with the shame of their actions, losing their pack as Hyperion did, then your Mother abandoning it. Didn’t that Asa boy ever bother you? It would have bothered me a hell of a lot if my Father and Mother so obviously favoured another."
The words were easy and smooth, delivered with practised care, daring him to keep going and yet veiled beneath false care all the same. Besides, it wasn’t his answer I cared for, i simply needed to see a flicker of emotion other then anger, greed or hostility. Demons do not show remorse or regret, they do not tend to have the ability to love and speaking of his family would surely bring those things out, even jealousy within him would show a deeper ability to perceive, after all, jealousy comes from feeling left out, from seeking your parents love and attention. A Demon wouldn’t give a damn. I yawned once more, white fangs glinting in the light as I stretched lazily, content, calm and unbothered by this scrap of fur before I met his gaze once more, words rolling easily from my tongue.
"Well, Daemon, you seem to know a bit about me, so I am sure you know what I do, what all Angels do. I protect Diveen and Moladion from the dark- I warn those in danger, so I’ve come to warn you. There have been reports of Demons near here, do you know what those are? Cannibals, wolves who eat their own kind. I’ve even heard The Black Prince himself has been seen near here, Tobias, do you know him?"
I paused, giving him a chance to consider the words and those I wasn’t saying, those hidden within the sentence.
"It’s dangerous to be out alone at night, especially for a boy not yet full grown. Do you have a pack to go to? A safe den somewhere? Either way, I’m warning you Daemon."
Take from that what you will.
AZRAEL
"Here De Angels" 