"Of course I promise. This city was once my home, and it pains me to see any of its inhabitants fall prey to an obviously bad man. One who is definitely not of this land."
With this he looks back into the darkness, at the body of the man on the floor. It was not unusual for a foreigner to come to the capital, it was a place of business and pleasure for many people, but most foreigners kept to themselves as they were susceptible to high prejudice by the lands natives. Even the slightest of crimes were paid for with a high price. None the less, it was too late to ask him now, Azrael had been strangely hasty. Perhaps the sight of this poor girl being attacked that clouded his normally clear mind.
Looking at the girl, he can now see her features a bit more clearly. Her skin was almost as pale as his, but this was broken by her long flowing, black hair which was all but invisible in the dark night. She was, maybe even too young to be out alone on a night like this, and seeing as how she had a cloak that could cover nearly all her body, Azrael assumed that she had some reason to be out and to hide her identity. Whatever it was, it was not in his place to pry, he was only there to help.
"I see, that makes sense. You were running away from home tonight then. You should no, these city streets can be very dangerous for a young lady such as yourself, you should try to take more care. Even if it is bad at home, there are likely far more dangerous things prowling these dark alleys. Not that I wish to scare you, I would just regret it if some tragedy would befall someone as pretty as you."
He said with a gentle smile.
"Okay, so you do not want to go home, then where do you want to go, this city has changed quite alot since I last frequented the streets, but I'm sure I could help you find somewhere to go. An inn maybe?"
The girl was crying now, and Azrael wasn't really sure how he could calm her, it seemed quite evident that going home was not an option right now, so maybe he could distract her for a while before suggesting she go home. He decided to first help her up off of the floor. He gently took her hand in his own and tried to pull her to her feet. As he did, he noticed a sweet scent entering his nostrils, he knew what it was, but he had never smelled it quite like this before. Looking at the girls hand he could see that familiar red liquid flowing down her hand. The girl seemed to notice the graze on her hand as well and had asked Azrael for a handkerchief to clean her hand.
"Uh.. Ye-yes, just let me get it out..."
His mind became distracted at the thought of the fresh blood right in front of him. He'd smelled blood many times before in his life, but never like this, there was something about it, something... intoxicating. It had been quite sometime since he had offered to find his handkerchief and he had still yet to move and the girl was starting to look a little suspiciously at him, realising this, he quickly attempted to regain his senses.
"I am sorry, I seemed to faze out for a moment there. Here we go, lets clean that for you."
He put the corner of his handkerchief in his mouth to dampen it, and then he gently swabbed at the girls cut, gently cleaning the blood off of her hand. As the blood slowly transferred from her hand and onto the wet cloth, Azrael couldn't help but become entranced by it. He couldn't help himself.
"Almost done. Just a little more."
He put the corner of the handkerchief in his mouth again to wet it. As he did, the blood seeped into his mouth and the pure taste almost made him completely lose his senses. It was like nothing he had experienced before, just what was so special about this girl? As his brain began to whirl with ideas he noticed the girl withdrawn her hand, and slight scared look on her face. This shocked him back to reality.
"S-sorry, I have not eaten today and I feel a little faint. Shall we find somewhere that where we can order a meal? It will be my treat."
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He was one of many men asked to come to this foreign city for a special job. A powerful foreign ruler had organised for a group of specialists to watch over the castle, to study the day to day routines of those employed there, and to search for any weaknesses in it's defence.
So there he was, sat in his 3rd story room, peering through his window that overlooked one of the side entrances of the castles walls. The night air had become a little chilly, so he had wrapped his shawl around his shoulders as he sat in his wooden chair, taking slow, steady puffs on his pipe, the burning tobacco lighting his face as he did. And that's when it happened, a small figure shot out from the gatehouse he was assigned to overlook, the person was in a rush, but the way they moved, it was certainly no messenger or person from the military. This peaked his interest. Waking his colleague, he explained that he had something to do, and that he needed him to take his place at the window.
The shadowy man had been following the girl for quite some time now. She was obviously trying to hide her identity, and for good reason, this was the Princess Evangeline. As hard as she was trying to hide her face, her stalker was trained to keep a sharp eye, and this girl was no professional at disguise. He had seen her in a picture that he was given when he had been briefed on this assignment. He kept far behind her, hidden in the shadows, so as not to arouse her suspicions, or blow his cover, but fortunately she seemed far too preoccupied by something else, and suddenly all that the man could think of was how much money he'd get if he brought in the Princess to his superiors. This slack in attention proved to be his downfall as the Princess suddenly turned and saw him as he lingered under one of the lamps, lost in his thoughts of riches. Damn. He thought as he saw the look of surprise on the girls face, just before she started moving faster than before. He quickened his pace, he could quickly catch her if he needed to, but there were still a few people in the streets and he wanted to avoid a scene if he could, a recent string of murders in the city had almost the whole populace on a state of alert. It was if Lady Luck had heard his prayers and suddenly bestowed him with great fortune, as he noticed the Princess enter a very dark alleyway. An evil grin spread on his face. Maybe he could have a little fun before returning with Her Majesty.
He entered the alleyway, slowly. He heard a gentle sobbing coming from far in front of him. It was dark, but he could just about make out where she was, it wasn't his first time hunting prey. Step by step he could feel the presence of his trophy nearing his reach.
"Princess, I know you're there. Why don't you come here. Come to me. I promise I won't hurt you, I just want to talk to you."
He probed the darkness with his hands, the alley was nearing it's end and he suddenly felt very excited. Suddenly, he felt something soft under his touch, a cloth of sorts.
"Ha. There you are, you little wretch. Time for us to become better acquainted."
"You know, sir. I think I would enjoy that very much. Although, I am afraid to say, that you would not."
A flash of confusion flashed through the hired goons body, like someone had dropped a bucket of cold water over him from above. That voice was definitely not that of a girl, no, it was the voice of a man, of someone who was filled with confidence.
"Who are--"
He tried to finish his sentence but a cold hand was wrapped around his throat, it wasn't tight, but he felt the strength leave his body. He felt a breath flow across his ear and his body went cold, then came the last thing he'd hear, a quiet whisper.
"My name is Azrael, and I am your end."
And then, the man went limp, the strangers hand let him go, and he sank to the floor.
Turning, he walked toward the girl, it seemed she may have heard the foreigners words, but had not worked out what else had happened after that. Although Azrael could see in the dark as well as anyone could see in the day, he knew that the girl could likely not pick him out in the shrouded alleyway. He edged nearer to her, aware of how frightened she may now be.
"Do not be frightened, little one. I saw your plight as I was travelling past and I could not of sat idly by and let you be harassed by that man. Please, I mean you no harm, are you okay? One moment, let me reveal myself..."
He trailed off as he felt in his pocket for his book of matches. He broke off a match from the inside, flipped the book, and with a single strike, lit the match. He held the match between his thumb and forefinger and lifted it to his face. The light flickered against his pale features. His skin was almost the same shade as the moon, although it had now received a faint orange glow from the flame. He peered at the girl, who was now no more than a few feet away from him, through his dark maroon coloured eyes, almost as dark as the blood that flowed through his very veins. His short blonde hair swept across his forehead, cutting short just above his right eye. Just barely visibly in the light was a small black crucifix earring in his left ear lobe.
"Good evening, miss. I am Azrael, would you like me to escort you home perhaps?"
So there he was, sat in his 3rd story room, peering through his window that overlooked one of the side entrances of the castles walls. The night air had become a little chilly, so he had wrapped his shawl around his shoulders as he sat in his wooden chair, taking slow, steady puffs on his pipe, the burning tobacco lighting his face as he did. And that's when it happened, a small figure shot out from the gatehouse he was assigned to overlook, the person was in a rush, but the way they moved, it was certainly no messenger or person from the military. This peaked his interest. Waking his colleague, he explained that he had something to do, and that he needed him to take his place at the window.
The shadowy man had been following the girl for quite some time now. She was obviously trying to hide her identity, and for good reason, this was the Princess Evangeline. As hard as she was trying to hide her face, her stalker was trained to keep a sharp eye, and this girl was no professional at disguise. He had seen her in a picture that he was given when he had been briefed on this assignment. He kept far behind her, hidden in the shadows, so as not to arouse her suspicions, or blow his cover, but fortunately she seemed far too preoccupied by something else, and suddenly all that the man could think of was how much money he'd get if he brought in the Princess to his superiors. This slack in attention proved to be his downfall as the Princess suddenly turned and saw him as he lingered under one of the lamps, lost in his thoughts of riches. Damn. He thought as he saw the look of surprise on the girls face, just before she started moving faster than before. He quickened his pace, he could quickly catch her if he needed to, but there were still a few people in the streets and he wanted to avoid a scene if he could, a recent string of murders in the city had almost the whole populace on a state of alert. It was if Lady Luck had heard his prayers and suddenly bestowed him with great fortune, as he noticed the Princess enter a very dark alleyway. An evil grin spread on his face. Maybe he could have a little fun before returning with Her Majesty.
He entered the alleyway, slowly. He heard a gentle sobbing coming from far in front of him. It was dark, but he could just about make out where she was, it wasn't his first time hunting prey. Step by step he could feel the presence of his trophy nearing his reach.
"Princess, I know you're there. Why don't you come here. Come to me. I promise I won't hurt you, I just want to talk to you."
He probed the darkness with his hands, the alley was nearing it's end and he suddenly felt very excited. Suddenly, he felt something soft under his touch, a cloth of sorts.
"Ha. There you are, you little wretch. Time for us to become better acquainted."
"You know, sir. I think I would enjoy that very much. Although, I am afraid to say, that you would not."
A flash of confusion flashed through the hired goons body, like someone had dropped a bucket of cold water over him from above. That voice was definitely not that of a girl, no, it was the voice of a man, of someone who was filled with confidence.
"Who are--"
He tried to finish his sentence but a cold hand was wrapped around his throat, it wasn't tight, but he felt the strength leave his body. He felt a breath flow across his ear and his body went cold, then came the last thing he'd hear, a quiet whisper.
"My name is Azrael, and I am your end."
And then, the man went limp, the strangers hand let him go, and he sank to the floor.
Turning, he walked toward the girl, it seemed she may have heard the foreigners words, but had not worked out what else had happened after that. Although Azrael could see in the dark as well as anyone could see in the day, he knew that the girl could likely not pick him out in the shrouded alleyway. He edged nearer to her, aware of how frightened she may now be.
"Do not be frightened, little one. I saw your plight as I was travelling past and I could not of sat idly by and let you be harassed by that man. Please, I mean you no harm, are you okay? One moment, let me reveal myself..."
He trailed off as he felt in his pocket for his book of matches. He broke off a match from the inside, flipped the book, and with a single strike, lit the match. He held the match between his thumb and forefinger and lifted it to his face. The light flickered against his pale features. His skin was almost the same shade as the moon, although it had now received a faint orange glow from the flame. He peered at the girl, who was now no more than a few feet away from him, through his dark maroon coloured eyes, almost as dark as the blood that flowed through his very veins. His short blonde hair swept across his forehead, cutting short just above his right eye. Just barely visibly in the light was a small black crucifix earring in his left ear lobe.
"Good evening, miss. I am Azrael, would you like me to escort you home perhaps?"
I will PM you both and we shall go from there...
It had been a long time since his eyes had gazed upon this city. After he had left, all those many years ago, he had become distracted by his new life and never really thought about returning, even when the thoughts of distance memories and childhood adventures poked at his steady beating heart. But this panoramic view that lay before him, felt as though it gripped his heart and was squeezing so hard that it could no long beat. In that one moment, as he sat on the wall atop the stone gate of the northern checkpoint, the world fell silent as a wave over nostalgia filled his every sense. The dying sun cast an eerie glow over the city as the night approached, the man closed his eyes and drank in this rare bit of sunlight that he allowed himself.
"Excuse me, sir! This place is not open to the public. How did you even get up here?"
The man simply smirked. Did this guard think he was a regular pleb? How humorous. Was he aware that should he feel like it, he could dispatch that guard before he even knew he was dead? But then, why should he know that? The world that the trespasser belonged to was a secret one, a darker one, one that you only read in novels or heard in the back of a tavern from that booze-swigging lunatic. Not that it mattered, this city was once his home. The long forgotten dead who lived here before this guard, his family. Which, in turn, made this guard sort of a long distant relative to him. It was a unusual way of thinking, most of his brethren did away with their pasts, but this man always had a slight attachment. One that had now brought him back. And he would not harm an inhabitant of this place without good reason.
It seemed he had been lost in thought for some time, as the guard now approached him, a hand gripping on to the hilt of his sword.
"Sir!? I must ask--"
"Ah yes. I am sorry for the intrusion, it was not my intention to cause you any trouble. Well then. I must bid you farewell."
With this, the stranger slipped off of the side of the wall, toward the city floor. It took the guard several seconds to process this action before he ran to the wall and peered over its edge, not sure what sight may now befall him, down toward the hustle and bustle of the city side of the gate. But there was nothing unusual to be seen, no sign of the stranger, no commotion amongst the many travellers and merchants that were using the gate. The guard closed his eyes tight, reopened them, and looked harder. Still nothing. He stepped back. Shook his head and staggered back to his post.
"That can't of just been a shadow, it talked to me. I think I'm losing my mind."
"Excuse me, sir! This place is not open to the public. How did you even get up here?"
The man simply smirked. Did this guard think he was a regular pleb? How humorous. Was he aware that should he feel like it, he could dispatch that guard before he even knew he was dead? But then, why should he know that? The world that the trespasser belonged to was a secret one, a darker one, one that you only read in novels or heard in the back of a tavern from that booze-swigging lunatic. Not that it mattered, this city was once his home. The long forgotten dead who lived here before this guard, his family. Which, in turn, made this guard sort of a long distant relative to him. It was a unusual way of thinking, most of his brethren did away with their pasts, but this man always had a slight attachment. One that had now brought him back. And he would not harm an inhabitant of this place without good reason.
It seemed he had been lost in thought for some time, as the guard now approached him, a hand gripping on to the hilt of his sword.
"Sir!? I must ask--"
"Ah yes. I am sorry for the intrusion, it was not my intention to cause you any trouble. Well then. I must bid you farewell."
With this, the stranger slipped off of the side of the wall, toward the city floor. It took the guard several seconds to process this action before he ran to the wall and peered over its edge, not sure what sight may now befall him, down toward the hustle and bustle of the city side of the gate. But there was nothing unusual to be seen, no sign of the stranger, no commotion amongst the many travellers and merchants that were using the gate. The guard closed his eyes tight, reopened them, and looked harder. Still nothing. He stepped back. Shook his head and staggered back to his post.
"That can't of just been a shadow, it talked to me. I think I'm losing my mind."
Yeah that's okay, it's nice to have feedback while I'm doing it of course, means I can make changes before writing up history etc.
Oh yeah, I was definitely going to say why, I just haven't gotten around to hashing it all out yet, that's all.
Do I need to show my face? I did write a description.
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