I slash my tail, irritated at Heyel for his lack of clarity within truth. He admits, in the end, that there was deception in the heritage of my blood, yet still he sees no lie? He is old indeed, and I do know that I am, in fact, of superior of blood and mind in the end, if he thinks he can change the truth simply with his words. Arrogance has sure gotten to his head, something I...understand and yet when two arrogant mind clash, it is a war zone. I know that I am right, and I know he is just trying to convince himself he is correct, yet he is not in the realm of TRUE logic, not his fantasy logic that he wishes was completely true.

"Item Heyel, non dico mendacii dolus loquor, quibus receptos. Deceptio est adhuc omissionis per deceptionem. Facie te facit, si aut non. Tu mihi persuadere conatus non recte. Quod tibi persuadere conaris. Perge et levius feras temptare te: quia verbum ego veritatem, et veritas ipse est omnibus."
(Again, Heyel, I am not speaking of lies, I am speaking of deception, of which you admitted to. Deception through omission is still deception. You face gives you away, if you like it or not. You are not trying to convince me that you are right. It is yourself you are trying to convince. Go ahead and try to make yourself feel better, because I know the truth of the matter, and the real truth is all there is.)

I am not afraid to to get in Heyel's face about his deceptions. I know it irritates him and displeases him, anyone could see that with the way he holds himself right now, but he also knows that I am right. He could argue until his face turns blue with coming of winter and he would forever be arguing with only himself. I know Heyel doesn't like to admit to faults, but he doesn't need to. He knows what I think, and in the end he knows I am right, unless he is completely delusioned which I don't think he is. There is the mind and there is what someone says, and Heyel just refuses to say it. I know his mind realizes that I, Ava, am right on the matter of blood, as much as he tries to spin it on upbringing and culture. Two different worlds, my dear Heyel. Two different worlds. I can, however, tell that he may be a bit...guilty feeling in what he hid. I care not for what my mother wanted. She is dead and her wants died with her. This is my life, my existence in the form that I must deal with until I ascend, and I will do what I please with it.

I stay calm and keep my cool, despite being all irritated at everything that has happened. He does admit though, that he would help assist me when it comes to finding the purest of blood for my children. Yes, yes he will, and he may regret ever saying such a thing around me. He should probably regret trying to make my life an illusion when it comes to my blood and heritage. Does he think it matters to me that I am related to Tobias? Tobias may be a 'demon', but he is also strong, powerful, and feared, just as I wish to be. Blood matters, but not in all respects. Blood does matter most when it comes to producing the most superior of pups in contrast to all other pups, and I must have the best of them. I have thought if how I have encountered no wolf that was worthy at all in my eyes, and I doubted I would find any better than sitting right before me.

I had swung around and stood before him. I said with beauty and confidence what I wanted from him, to rectify this mess that he helped create. I don't let my stare lift from upon him. I am not the type to shy away. I will stare him down with my stunning coppers, and I will tear down all of his walls and defenses when it came to this situation. This is of up most importance to me, seeing as Heyel is old, and only getting older. I knew not how long he would be around, and I simply couldn't wait until after my killing career, for then it ma be too late. I am, however, amused by the state of shock this put the older male into. I am able to keep my dark visage filled with beauty and seriousness, and he basically dropped down to a drooling bafoon. I noted, how easy to was to make someone shocked and...well, rather vulnerable. I could probably snap his neck right now with one swift movement. I have considered the fact that I may one day have to do such a thing to Heyel. No great assassin to become old, useless, and mentally deranged. If he ever comes to the point of stupidity, I will end his mental suffering myself.

He manages to gasp out my name, and I hold my features strong and steady upon my gorgeous blacked visage. Yes, I had asked for something I figure he would not give me, but I know that one must take the risk to even have a chance. I am already...displeased with the deception and lies everyone around me had participated in. I don't care if I leave and wander the depths of the crater alone. I don't particularly care if I stay either. See, I am bored with a lot of life. I get pleasure from death and little else, and it seems that I may get more pleasure by bringing in life...life that can assist me in my desire to kill the unworthy. They would be perfection, my children sired by Heyel. He must see the infinite possibilities within my proposition, and to see them, was to be blind. I keep my face still as he dare throw out the names of his sons, in fact I can maybe say that my eyes hardened just a little at the mention of Azrael, and insult of a name to throw out there. I have no interest in his defective children, surely brought on by Zeivah's blood. I didn't even nod as he asks me if this is what would rectify this, and honestly the fact that there was anything to rectify was an admission of guilt in deception, which pleases me enough. I still just hold my stare, I gaze into him with my intense, burning coppers. It is my face that shows how serious I am, although it is still my rather typical face, rather unreadable, mysterious in nature and yet my words had given me away. After his whisper, just for me, i do let my shining vocal ring out, so feminine and perfect in the fall sun.

"Ego istuc quaero. Socium tibi in cubili: non peto te Heyel, numquam me scio, te operam plurimum nigra coniecta esset, acciri direxerunt minus feminae scandalum in domum tuam, et ego te tantum sciat adorarent omnem operam usquam. Sanguinem tantum peto, ut optimi sunt filii mei, et ut vincunt. Tu princeps gradus rationis, et non solum quantum tempus expectare eget enim ut mortui sunt."
(I know exactly what I ask for. I do not ask to share your den with you, Heyel, I know you would never give me that, you have plenty of black pelted females lined up for your attention that would bring up less scandal within your family, and I know how much your adore all the attention anyway. I only ask for blood, to ensure my children are of the best, and to ensure they are superior. You are the first logical step, and I simply cannot wait the traditional amount of time, for you may be dead by then.)

It was after these words that I stepped closer to Heyel, for he did moments before step away from me. Not acceptable. I need him close so he sees the true flame that burns within my very eyes, so he can see the true want for his blood. I will force him to peer into me, to see that I am what he truly wishes for in a...well, mate of sorts, though it wouldn't be anything official simply because of his desire to keep his image. He said he always saw himself within...well, now is his chance.

"Nunc Heyel es conscius potentia proposuerim vobis?"
(Now, Heyel, are you aware of the potential set before you?)

By now my muzzle is only inches away from him. I may be naturally feminine in my face, but I am not exactly...feminine in the way I present myself. I am cold. I am harsh. I do not use the typical ways of seducing men. The only males who would take interest in me are the ones who like strong women, ones that are cunning and sly. A woman who doesn't back down and will get what she wants. Superior in intelligence and build. That is I, and that is what stands before Heyel.

"Quid erit?"
(What will it be?)