AzraelElyssa:
"I'm fine, bloodsucker." She reiterated.
I was in shock. As she called me that, I reeled in shock a bit before sitting down on a nearby bench, shocked by this. How could I be mistaken for a child of Caine, the man who indirectly caused so many of my compatriots to die? The one who taught lies, deceit, and brought evil to us, the purest of God's creations? No, this had to be some mistake, it couldn't be!
I wanted to respond back, but I was being overwhelmed by the memories of the war in heaven. I had witnessed the first murder firsthand, I had seen Caine as he had killed his brother while thinking he was doing right by God. I had been paralyzed with horror as I watched it, Abel pleading for his life as Caine viciously bashed his ckull in with a rock, the most basic of tools.
My mind then flashed to the effects, the difference this caused in the war of the angels. No longer were our conflicts bloodless and fought with honor, now they were bloodfests, with us killing our kin left and right, and I had to watch my brothers and sisters whom I had created the whole of creation with murder each other, their lives which had been previously eternal, snuffed out in an instant.
I could not take it, the emotions were welling up in me, and what little torment left in my soul was lashing out violently, and I was fighting an urge to lash out at the being that made this mistake. Unbeknownst to me, however, my ability to show visions had activated, and the images that I had been conjuring, the murders, the bloodfests, the horrors I had witnessed during the Age of Wrath were being transmitted straight into the mind of the being who had caused me to enter such a state of emotional turbulence.
However, after a few minutes, I was able to get my emotions under control, and I was emotionally drained, and I simply answered this, "I will keep my distance, child of man. However know this, I am not of Caine or his ilk." As I said this, it was clear that I was quite emotionally drained, and after that I took out the rosary that I had on me, and began praying on it on Latin, a habit I had picked up from my host to calm myself when I was feeling upset or sad. It brought me comfort to say these prayers and try to express to God my repentance for what I had done, and hope that some day he might just forgive me.
Brunhilde FurstIt seemed that his fellow who was an acquaintance of the bratty girl was called Ragna, and was not the most polite person himself. Why did it seem that everyone I was running into today was all sorts of rude. All I had done was try to intervene in a situation as my honor demanded, and this was the outcome. Such was the suffering of a knight in these times it seemed. However, I would not allow it to shake my faith in my code. Taking a deep breath, I simply began to speak, letting the man between me and my target know exactly what my intentions were.
"If it is turns we are talking about, then it is you who is interrupting," I said bluntly, before continuing, "Whatever your acquaintance did to bring you here was intended as a hostile action towards me, and I cannot sit back and leave it go unpunished. If you do not move out of the way, I will simply go around you to conduct my business."
As an afterthought, I also decided to give him fair warning about what would happen if he interfered, "And if you interfere, I will consider you as party to her challenge to my honor, and react accordingly."
With that said, I waited to see if the man in question would move out of the way, and fully prepared to defend myself, just in case he decided to take her side.
