The sharp metal point of his sword glistened in the dim light of Sacrosanct's underbelly. He could hear the massive creature moving in the depths of the chamber he found himself in and yet, Alexander was hardly prepared for the sheer size of the snake that unfurled in front of him, near towering over him. His lips pressed together in a small frown, his blue-green eyes narrowed as the gigantic reptile parted his massive jaws, his fangs flashing with malicious intent. Alexander watched as the venom dripped from those slender teeth, the man altogether aware of just how dangerous the snake was. Those kills he had already made had filled the manila envelope he had been given, both of those suspected and confirmed. Amongst those piles of garbage and filth that surrounded the creature, Alexander was sure they would find even more remains to add to the snake's list of conquests. Softly, a bright ethereal sort of glow began to emanate from the Macedonian King, the Dark Hunter near effortlessly tapped into the true extent of his power - that godliness he was so often personified as so finally peeked through the exterior of his mere mortal flesh, bathing the cavern in a gentle heavenly glow. The snake would find itself hard-pressed to find victory tonight over the great Alexandros.

The sudden sound of a feminine voice filled the deep silence of those sewers, immediately attracting the astute attention of both man and snake. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the woman's decree to put down his sword. How utterly unlikely. The very manner in which she so addressed him was enough to make the ancient King bristle, his own sword hardly moving and yet he offered her nothing in the way of an immediate response. Instead, it was his own affinity that kicked into high gear at the very use of her own, whomever the woman was that the unexpected voice belonged to. He was well aware of her affinity as it wrapped around the massive snake, seducing him with sensations of gentle ease, just as he too was aware of all that she could do with that single gift. Her potential was phenomenal and frankly, Alexander anticipated there was more than one snake within the depths of the sewers. Fae, after all, did not walk into the throngs of danger without being properly prepared to face the vileness within. A frown traced his features as his gaze turned downward, searching the floor for any glimpse of slithering in the umbrage that so surrounded him. He caught a glimpse of movement from his periphery vision, prompting his blue-green eyes to narrow ever so slightly. He knew it, even if he couldn't see it. Hesitantly, his gaze deviated from the floor and back towards the slender figure of a woman that stepped onto his metaphorical battleground, the Dark Hunter finally seeing fit to respond. "Yes, I'm well aware." He retorted darkly and yet, that knowledge along hardly prompted the pacification from him that she clearly seemed to desire. Just who did she think she was? To command him in such a fashion!

That softly uttered word upon her lips caused his that frown to deepen as his gaze turned back towards the massive snake. Magnificent was not the word he would have utilized for such a creature - though he suspected that the woman was ignorant of the depths of its depravity. She likely thought it was merely an animal in need against the big, bad, Dark Hunter. The sheer incredulousness of it all made him roll his eyes. He watched as she closed the distance between them, his gaze nothing short of studious at each confident step she took. He could tell her she was a woman of pedigree, her caramel skin tone giving him some indication to possibilities of where she might have come from, were it not for the distinct accent he was effortlessly able to place. She was old....er, for a fae. She was certainly pretty, in the way that people here might have viewed her as exotic and yet, for Alexander, she was merely a reminder of the old ways - not that he was any less irritated by her haughty demeanor. Beauty, it seemed, was not enough to quell the King's annoyances. The snake, however, seemed all but fascinated by her, his gaze left for the young woman alone, though Alexander suspected it was merely a by-product of her magic. It was her decision to call him a coward however, that saw his irritation twist and warp into something else entirely.

That sword easily flipped within his hand in an almost ostentatious display of showmanship, even though his true intent was merely to ensure he remained loose and poised to strike. He stepped easily towards the woman and large towering snake, his own blue-green irises focused entirely upon the beast. "This 'unarmed creature' has left four families devastated with the loss of their children, mauled two women, left a man paralyzed for life, and is suspected to be connected to at least twelve possible disappearances." He informed her in the same matter-of-fact tone she'd so utilized with him. "I know well of the Egyptians and their love for snakes but even they were not childish enough to keep a bad apple that could cull the whole herd." He was not one, it seemed to be easily manipulated by such attempts at reasoning, her chiding doing little more than provoking that desire to see his own task here tonight completed. He watched as she reached out a singular hand, the snake lowering it's head to brush against her palm in a fashion that made the Dark Hunter snort derisively. Oh he had seen women like this before - women who thought themselves capable of controlling weres like him. They all rebelled in the end, and how well he knew that. "Foolish woman. You cannot keep a pet like him locked away behind your magic for forever." He muttered more to himself than to her, his head shaking ever so slightly. She was, admittedly, the last thing Sacrosanct needed - another woman who thought herself capable of controlling the hearts of men. As if Risque was not bad enough.

He watched as the snake descended to the ground, the creature's head mimicking the woman in front of him as she too turned to face him with a glimpse of inquisitiveness. Her question, while so decidedly innocent, held an array of answers he suspected she was hardly prepared for. What kind of man was he? He was King, a conqueror, a warrior, a strategian, a father, a husband, a lover....but tonight...tonight he was just a hunter. "Tonight, I am the kind of man that kills this snake." Alexander retorted, his gaze drifting over the pair before a small shrug crossed his shoulder. "But...perhaps I will let you take it home with you and when you sleep and your power wains and his venom leaves you unable to move while he eats your flesh - and then I will take his head anyways."