i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

There are some things were persist through life - through reincarnations and life times upon life times. There are some things in which even countless amounts of years cannot tarnish. Some formations which the waters could not erode and some habits that even millenniums could not simply undo. This was especially true for conquerer. Though there were no world for him to take or cities for him to rule, the innate need to overcome still lay within the Dark Hunter. It wasn't particularly often when Alexander saw fit to draw upon the council. Far too many members of their kind were jaded - wish death sentences on those they gleamed "too powerful" in their species ranking. It mattered not the the tasks they did or the lives they lived. They were simply things to be subjugated and murdered. It might have been surprising to learn that Alexander, even in his younger days, had always been particularly respectful when it came to his enemies. He killed only what was necessary, accepted surrenders, and respected death rituals according to the religions of his victims. Even war could be civil, or so he had always thought and it had certainly caused it's fair share of admiration within his younger years. Now? He new just as well that now, many of the younger council members saw him nothing more as an old, lazy, useless member of their order, ignoring even what battle tactics he would occasionally offer. It certainly served to be aggravating at best.

It was the thoughts of these so called peers, a term in which Alexander used rather lightly, that saw a portfolio of paperwork upon his coffee shop counter early that morning. There had been three of them - so naively banishing their modern weapons as if the elder man had even the most minuscule fear of them. It was time to prove his worth, or so they said. It was time for the hunter to hunt or else they would ensure that everyone knew that what a pathetic thing he had become. Naturally, such blatant threats could hardly be ignored by the ancient and while he had been quick to put them in their place, Alexander was still left with the conundrum that the council required something of him - especially after his recent stunt to kill an old time enemy, regardless of the fact that he too had turned into a hunter of the demons. It was this in mind that was the sole reason the fallen King was outside in the breezy summer air entirely drenched in the onslaught that fell from the sky. Naturally the weather had to be miserable - perhaps only to mirror his rather agitated point of view on the whole affair.

Never the less, Alexander stood in the middle of the park, attempting to find some kind of shelter beneath a nearby oak. His old long sword still gleamed within the glimpses of moon light, it's tip resting gingerly in the soaked ground beneath him. A small frown pulled at his lips, the folder balancing open in his hand as he matched the picture with the young woman settled on a playscape some good feet away. He kept himself down wind of her and the ebony panther that stood in front of her to ensure neither smelt his scent. She was nothing more then a newly turned fairy. She was a no one. An unfortunate victim herself and yet for some reason the council wanted her dead. A soft huff left his lips as he closed the file in his hand and yet - Alexander didn't step towards the pair. He remained where he was, simply watching them, all the while his thoughts lingered upon the farce the Council had become.