they argued my right to ascension

Everything happens as entirely as he expects it to, his punch connecting smoothly with the other man, sending him stumbling back and towards the water with the dizzying force of it. He half expected some retaliation, some physical effort on the part of the other man and yet this Fae seemed more determined to give him a tongue lashing, as if he truly believed a few well-placed words might save his life. It is nothing Azrael has not heard before, they always scream and shout or curse him to hell. All of them. At least, the ones who didn't want to die, the ones who did were entirely more welcoming about his presence, far more than one declaring his name suited him now that they understood, now that they saw. Why this one seemed so determined to live he hardly knew, the boy seeming to feel the entire thing was an injustice on the world. Maybe he hadn't hurt anyone, but he would. Fae always did, eventually. It is only the man's final words that seem to goad any response from the Hunter, stating what some part of Azrael knew all along, that he himself wasn't human- at least not anymore. It was that simple facet of his own existence that still alluded the Hunter himself. Did he truly class as supernatural like the things he hunted? Was he excused from their sins by his own pre-programmed desire to defend the human race from them? Kill himself? Golden eyes glance upward, meeting the boys own for a moment.

"You don't think I've tried?"

Whether the Fae truly heard or not Azrael hardly knew and perhaps hardly cared, though his words are true enough. He has tried. Any further thought he might have been inclined to consider on the topic however is abruptly ended by the Fae reaching towards him, fingers brushing momentarily against his arm. The sudden sensation of calm that sweeps over him sees the Hunter freeze. Maybe it wasn't really all that important that he did anything to this boy, features softening slightly, perhaps affording the Fae that single moment he needed to jump. The magic ends the moment the boy pulls away, Azrael yanking himself backwards all the same, golden gaze flickering hurriedly down to his arm to assure himself the supernatural touch of the Fae hadn't left some sort of visible mark on him before he sees the other man dive into the river and be swept hurriedly under.

"Well that's new."

Leaping into rivers in an effort to escape him was more desperation then his victims normally displayed, particularly those injured enough to risk drowning themselves. Hmm. Perhaps the river would do his job for him. He considers following, if only for a moment, after all, gravity had no hold upon him- he could walk atop the water if he desired and simply follow the man- else hold him under through the use of his own powers and watch him drown and yet he feels a simper tug at his lips all the same. This one might be entirely more interesting to let go, if he survived the river after all. The lesson had surely been learned well enough regardless. If he saw him again however, he'd finish him then. He pivots neatly on his heel, turning away from the river with ease, stretching the tightness from his shoulders as he does before strolling smoothly back the way he had come. At least his evening had proven to be interesting enough, this Fae now in the database all the same, his ability to create calm listed along with him for future Hunters to note.

And they said he didn't know the meaning of mercy. The fae was lucky tonight, lucky and nothing else.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread