UNEASINESS SETTLES IN AT THE GRUESOME SCENE. one not for the squeamish nor faint-hearted. it’s not the first time he’s witnessed it. nephilim born, a child of RAZIEL, angelic blood coursing through veins. born & raised as a warrior since he was twelve, alec’s hunted demons and any downworlders gone rogue. yet situations like these are certainly not any less horrible than the first time he’d been near such a scene. but protecting mundanes & upholding the secrecy of the shadow world, the supernatural, is the clave’s top priority. such blatant attacks against mundanes leave no room for negotiations or pardons for those responsible.
so answers were needed. thus why he’s here now. in the midst of so much death. innocent lives lost. it definitely looks like a vampire attack. inaudible sigh. the children of the night are not a particular favorite of his. still, feet carry him closer, use of a SOUNDLESS rune prior to arriving now in effect. stepping between corpses, dark deep blue eyes scan surroundings, looking for any signs, survivors. body tenses once a growl is heard, gaze immediately shifting to the other direction, before falling upon another knelt beside a bloodstained girl. grip tightening as seraph blade rises. . ❛ ——step away from the girl. ❜
WITH THE IMMORTAL CURSE came a numerous amount of perks. a sensitive nose was one of them along with enhanced hearing. ———— but he didn't need the latter to figure it out before HE approached. nephilim had a very particular smell. ( lilac & morning dew. ). they also had this FEELING that made his spine tighten. ELECTRICITY hitting every single muscle , twitching. RUN , DAMMIT. but he had lived long enough to know that was an idiotic move. he had no interesting in dying —— today. hands lifted , showing surrendering palms as his jaw tightened with irritation. a low hiss as he stepped one foot in front of the other before locking his arms behind his back. tightening his stature and straightening his spine with a narrow of GOLDEN EYES. ❛ take me in if it please`s you sir . . . just know she will DIE soon. ❜
there was a deep intake of breath , the smell of FLOWING CRIMSON making his senses darken. ( slowly along with his eyes. ). the lack of hunting for himself and instead trying to STOP the danger approaching his family. it all led him here , a t r a p? even though he kept his eyes on the hunter his senses were going elsewhere. all around echos bounding off brick wall. attempting to feel around for any other presence. being the bodies were fresh , surely he was not the ONLY one with a hunger. his tongue pressing against the back of his teeth as he stood MOTIONLESS.
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