Haziel had to say if anyone really had a right to hate the demons perhaps it would have been him. They had warred with his family when he was an infant, made attempts on his parents lives and had previously tried to take him from his home as a child. Well all of that failed and what should have been hate was only replaced with curiosity. Having been called a ‘demon’ more than once in his travels he had to wonder what they were like, apparently he looked like them, his hulking form and coat color apparently was enough to send many into spits at him but he didn’t understand why his apparent coat color meant anything at all. He was an ‘angel’ born and raised after all but had the coat of a ‘demon’ it was all foolish he thought and was part of the reason he had torn himself form the lands of Diveen and his family. He loved most of his family but many of them were arrogant fools that let their vision cloud them from everything. Haziel meant, God Sees, and perhaps he did truly have gods eyes as he had the ability to see past that which others did not and see right to the core.

The scent of Iromar touched his nose so easily, being blind certainly had many advantages his keen eyes and nose easily allowing him to scent out the foreigner and begin making his way towards the swamp ridden scent that for so long he had been curious of. Haziel knew of Iblis’ hate of demons, when they had first met the Alpha had called him one and it was quite the bad beginning for the pair of them. His family respected him of course and perhaps Haziel knew why after that day for it certainly did take some convincing for the King of Asteraia to get that he was indeed the Son of Kane and Isola and not one of the demons. Once he had gotten that cleared up Iblis seemed happy to have him but as Haziel approached it seemed he still did not let his eyes be unclouded by the hate of the past or coat color Haziel assumed in this case. He heard the growl from quite a distance and Haziel walked towards the small group as if he were not really blinded at all the only inkling that would have tipped someone off was the constantly wandering gaze something natural as his head turned nose and ears guiding him until he came to a pause before the group.

”Would you treat all that look as me as evil, King Iblis?” He askes turning his blind gaze towards the direction of the much smaller wolf, ”Will you not learn from the past that not all of my color are demons?” Perhaps I say to much or speak out of place but as a King he was truly being naïve to the world and blinded so by what was going on. I rather him take his frustrations out on me than anything. I am no politician that is for sure, I am but a healer having learned long in the arts. Time will make me more than this but for now I will simply remain as such and for now I will offer him the wisdom I have.

”You do not come for a fight, yes?” I asked the girl, by her scent, my blind eyes now making my way towards her though never landing upon her own gaze. "Tu loqueris it?""Do you speak it?" I ask knowing she might be dishonest in her answer though it would be benefitial for her not to be. Perhaps today I might calm the storm in Iblis, give him the chance to see beyond his working eyes and old hate.