Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

It had been....a long time since he'd last walked up those stairs to Calliel's apartment. Longer than it should have been and he damn well knew it. He had hardly been avoiding his niece and yet by that same token he'd hardly gone out of his way to run into her either. That tangle of emotions that existed around her shift into, well, one of them was more then Azrael was willing to handle. Still, he hardly blamed Calliel, it wasn't her fault. If he blamed anyone he blamed Frost. Frost was particularly easy to blame and more then that- he already disliked the man. The Hunter hardly having forgiven him for those events in Finland all those years ago let alone everything in between. Alexander was a bloody fool for taking that horse on. Maybe the ancient Hunter had some skill bordering upon supernatural when it came to horses and yet Azrael was assured Frost was far more dangerous then a childs pony. How long would it take for the beast to injure Alex too? Or worse? Still, the Macedonian would near deserve it as far as Azrael was concerned. How he could place his trust in that animal he hardly knew. What was almost more irritating was Alexander and Frost's continued success. Each time the pair succeeded it was only further proof Azrael himself had been wrong about the pair, a notion he was determined not to accept easily in any sense.

How many damn stairs did this place have!? It felt like he had been walking forever! Alex and Frost were near forgotten in the wake of that climb upward. The hunter near assured he had filled his quota of stairs of late in turn. That climb with Kat to Kohl's apartment having proven equally as taxing. That matter of Victor and Kat and Kohl another source of irritation to him of late. How the hell the council had gotten into such a mess he hardly knew and yet he was determined to fix it one way or another. God he was going to have a busy day tomorrow, the thought of those calls to be made and people to be found threatening to have his head spin. Those pressing issues of Calliel taking over his thoughts once more. One damn problem at a time. The sound of someone else on those stairs drew his gaze upward. A young man was climbing the stairs ahead of him with those shopping bags in hand, his phone held to his ear, Azrael sighing once more as he was forced to slow his own stride to accommodate the much slower man ahead of him. Did he have to be this bloody slow? Had people forgotten how to walk at a decent speed?

A loud groan managed to echo from within the Hunter then, the man in front finally stepping off to the side to allow Azrael to stride passed him, the hunter briefly scowling at the colour of the carpet beneath his feet. As if finding something else to annoy him might distract him from the discomfort of the conversation that lay before him. Azrael finally pausing outside that door, the sounds coming from within assuring him his niece was at least at home. One hand lifted to run through his blonde hair, Azrael taking those few moment to stop to consider exactly what he wanted to say. His hand at last lifting to the door to rap his knuckles against it. This might yet prove to be a long night.