KING NOTHING • keita.

[Azrael Anubis]

With each step he took, he was growing impatient by the second. It hasn’t been long since he escaped the depths of Hell and got himself a crappy mobile home – once again starting up his little addiction, but it has been longer since he’d had anything decent to consume, besides the drugs which weren’t food at all. And that stupid child of his was soaking up all his money… Water was accessible, but not much for food. Like any demon, they craved meat… Plants weren’t as tasting as they once were as the taste for them just seemed to diminish – but nonetheless they were still food; food that Azrael just seemed to ignore. It’s been even longer since Azrael has even seen his family. Worry consumed his body, despite his persona. The only thing he seemed to care about was his family – more or less his twin brother… And the pack of smokes that resided in his right pocket. He was closer to him than anything else. Days he traveled, waiting to just get back home and make sure his family was alright. Maybe he’d talk to his brother? Say he missed him and say he was an uncle now? No… It would be weird for the dead to be back and breathing. Azrael didn’t want to freak out his brother, but maybe Azazeal would understand? No… He’d just understand the beginning, but the traitor and rebellion part he wouldn’t. Being born from a religious family… That would just be foolish.

So having his mind all set to just a visit from far away to just check up on them, Azrael kept on walking. His goal was the large house on the far west side of Essex. Hell, he could walk blinded there if he was just in those lands and not this stupid forest – since that was a short cut and Azrael was just way too lazy to walk some more miles around it. Mass quantities of vines, trees, leaves and other plant life got in his way and Azrael was kind of lost. He had his hydration level stable, but his food intake was just something else at the moment; but hey, what do you expect from a junkie? Once he was out of here, he was good to go! Unless he went in a circle or something… But he wasn’t going to be negative; he had to be positive – for he was going to see his family soon, or at least his brother. Seeing some clearing up ahead after some more hours of walking, Azrael’s pace quickened. As he walked faster through the forest, he paid less and less attention to the surrounding environment and his arm soon found itself rubbed against a small thorn bush, wrapped around a tree and choking the life out of it. Feeling a sting of pain and then the warm eerie feeling of something trailing down his arm, Azrael stopped then looked down at his arm before looking toward the thorn bush, “Jerk!” And now he hated plant life even more.

Rubbing his arm and smearing the blood, Azrael ignored the little pain and kept on walking. It was growing into nightfall and he wanted to see his family before they headed in for the night… If they still did what they did. They couldn’t change so quickly, right? Man, he just hoped they were there. It took him a few moments to make it out of the forest and into the crowded city streets once more. Now he knew where he was going. Head down low and shirt collar stiffened, Azrael walked down the street, trying not to draw attention. In his mind, he just didn’t want to be caught, mistaken for his brother. After all they were twins – they probably still looked the same – though Azrael hasn’t changed since he died, maybe his brother did? Eagerly he kept his quickened pace, walking through the more residential parts of Essex now instead of the business-filled city. Walking more inside, Azrael’s pace decreased amongst the crowds as those deep golden eyes glanced for his old home. It didn’t take long for him to find it, and then his brother paying his parents a visit. A mischievous grin of content was shown on his façade for a moment before it quickly turned upside down when his brother looked his way. Quickly, Azrael turned around, pretending to be a tourist or something that was looking for a certain house number. Glancing over his shoulder, Azrael saw his brother walk off. Approaching his parent’s house and peering through the window, Azrael saw them both alright… Tension lessened then.

Quickly diverting his attention away, Azrael managed to spot his brother before he vanished and began following him. Surprisingly, his brother lived further into the city. Nonetheless Azrael followed him and basically watched over him in secrecy as night started to befall. As the crowd dwindled down to only a few people in the streets, Azrael made his leave. Azrael soon left the more up-tight ad beautiful residential homes of Essex, and headed more towards the busy city – where some bad-sharpened homes as well as abandoned homes resided. Close enough would be his adobe. Pulling that pack of cigarettes out form his right pocket, Azrael lit it and smoked as he walked in the night. Now he wasn’t that lazy anymore. Taking a short-cut through the thinner part of the forest (that cut through a section of the city) was a bad idea. He almost got lost and thus, learned his lesson. Well, just that lesson. He hasn’t learned any others as of yet. Finishing up that stick rather quickly, Azrael walked to a street pole and leaned against it – pulling yet another stick out of that pack and lighting it. Winter… It sure was turning into the North Pole more and more with each and every day. Well, at least Azrael saw his family again… Though he was a jerk, family was something he still ‘mildly’ cared for. Though he’d deny it. With a sigh, Azrael rolled his eyes. He knew he should get back home and take care of those monsters he called his children… But, cigarette’s first. The kids would be fine on their own for an hour, right?

[Maj. Keita Ann Delwin]

Distracted was pretty much her state of existence since everything had ended. She went to save someone she loved and ended up losing everyone she loved. It was a hard thing for the woman to take. She’d wondered about trying to go back to Micha…but she knew what his answer would be. She’d lost him. She’d made the mistake of leaving someone that she loved…for something else and she’d lost him. By the time her mistake had taken its toll it was jut too late. She’d finally given up on lying to herself and accepted that she wasn’t the cold heartless monster that she had convinced herself that she was to survive with a hardened heart. But still…it was too late. She pretty much threw herself into her work in order to keep her mind off of things. She’d decided that she was going to try to change things. Accept her life and doo better…maybe even find the person that she was before everything had occurred in the past. However all of her pondering and musing didn’t work out very well when you’re chasing down a demon to assassinate.

However being distracted has it’s downsides…like when you don’t see the other demon standing in clear view of you digging you’re angelic little fangs into said demon’s neck in order to kill him. Still, the demon managed to get loose of her to make a run for it. However, as the demon caught glimpse of the other demon standing against the light post it lunged towards him. Keita made it in between the two before she dug a blade into the heart of the beast. Adrenaline was often rather high when it came to these things so she didn’t see the rather obvious injury that she’d managed to acquire.

She turned to the man behind her. Thankfully he wasn’t some human that she’d have to find a way to deal with. Though the question of whether or not she should just let him go to spread the word to other demons about her was up in the air. She might have killed him before. Of course she’d changed quite a bit in her attitude towards demons since she’d been with Micha. Not to mention she’d never been that much for just killing to protect her identity. She looked him over for a moment before speaking to him. “ are you alright?” She asked him. She didn’t ask with much concern but she wasn’t completely cold either. She wanted to know if she’d missed something and the demon had scratched him. Of course there was always the question for if he was in shock or something. Though if anyone was…she hadn’t even realized that she had a rather nasty wound from stopping the demon from lunging at the man

The sound of his pulse was oddly loud to the woman though. That was usually something that only happened when she was hungry. She usually did her best these days to keep herself from getting hungry. When she was drinking from Micha she’d had pretty much 0 accidents. She wasn’t sure if it was because she had no real training as a vampire or if it was because of her being a hybrid that her hunger for blood seemed to be so hard to control once she started to feel it. When the man answered her question about being ok or not she took in a deep breath. She caught the scent of blood in the air…only this time it was her own. She could already feel the venom from the demon working it’s way into her. “ Sorry about this…”She said before giving into that hunger…not to mention she still needed to catch up with that demon. She’d only meant to take a small amount, but she once again wasn’t the best with control…especially when she was injured. It wasn’t long before she’d taken a bit too much. At least if he died then she wouldn’t have to worry about him talking?...honestly there were moments that she missed the simplicity of being cold enough not to care. She stopped drinking before the man’s heart stopped. She sighed a bit and placed her hand at his neck, honestly she had no clue that she’d taken as much as she had. “Sorry...are you alright?” She said once more not so much with a lot of concern or remorse…

[Azrael Anubis]

You’d never thought he actually cared about anything with the way he acted and treated others, but then you’d be so wrong. If there was one thing Azrael cared about, it was about his living family – even if they were blinded by that bull crap Faith that didn’t exist, and to a God that was so full of it that it wasn’t even funny. It mattered a bit to him, but he learned to toss that feeling and the like aside and just think of them as his family and nothing more. No belief will tear and rip his care form him that he had for his family. it was probably the only thing he cared for other than his drugs. Speaking of drugs, he needed some right about now. The man was somewhat of an addict and if he didn’t get his fix, he was a sour man for the rest of the day. Sometimes, he went through withdrawals if he didn’t get what his body was dependent on. He didn’t like that and when he got into his ‘moods’, no one else liked that either. He was just one contagious sour plague that spread to everyone. But if he had his fix, he was content internally but never smiled on the outside to show it.

Lighting a cancer stick and putting it between his lips, the man rested against a street lamp and minded his own business. You can safely say that he was taking a break from his walk before journeying onward back home. The only thing that was waiting for him at home was his bed and a few bottles of poison, not literal, but you got the idea. Oh, and his children, who were being watched over with a good eye. He could wait. He had his smokes after all, and that will tie him over until he got back there. After all, any daddy needed a break... Though upon hearing some commotion, Azrael took in a drag before diverting his attention to the side. His eyes widened a bit and he almost vanished away but by the time he was about to do that eh realized it was too late; as the man had grabbed onto him. The bad side of his ability – he couldn't vanish somewhere else if someone else was attached to him; they'd just come with him. However, a woman emerged from the corner and soon finished the man off. All Azrael got was a little scratch of some nails; nothing to make him bleed, but it managed to cut that thing upper layer of skin a bit, creating a few blush-like colored lines down his arm. Of course, he held onto that cigarette with his life but that didn't mean that his hand didn't hit the pole and it broke... Bummer.

His expression grew a tad ill-pleasant with the man and woman before him. Death wasn't new to him but Azrael didn't want to be here anymore. This was a murder scene and he wanted no part in it. Why? Because he had kids. One couldn't take care of themselves younger than one years of age. Was he alright? Looking at the cigarette on the ground then back up at her, his jaw tensed. “What do you think, Sherlock?” Though after he spoke, she lunched at him, digging her fangs into him. Azrael fought her off or well flailed a bit – he even 'vanished' into an alleyway with her in hopes of using something with more space to hit her with than a streetlight pole. However, she got the better of him, the upper-hand... She seemed to be more powerful, much stronger than the weaker demon and before he knew it, his knees gave out fro under him and the only support he had was the woman before him. He may be a demon, but she took a lot more blood than his body needed to function properly. He was on the fine line between recuperating and just fading out. When she spoke, it came out hushed to him. “Emgn... What?” He mumbled, looking up at her weakly. Even the strongest looked their weakest when blood was absent...

[Maj. Keita Ann Delwin]

Keita was doing a job that was supposed to go a bit better than it had. Sadly things had gotten out of hand and the demon she was after ended up attacking a bystander. She managed to get the guy away from the demon but not without getting hurt herself. Though she hadn’t realized that she was hurt until she’d lost enough blood to make her hungry…which was bad news for the bleeding man. Thankfully , this time she was able to stop before killing him…when she lost control that wasn’t always the case. Since she’d started “caring” more about things… she’d been taking those accidents a little harder than before. Just another little scar that Micha and her old love had left her with.

She looked down at him…contemplating leaving him there or not. She decided against it and kneeled down beside the man. she placed a hand on his neck and focused on healing him. “Don’t make me regret this …alright. “ She said after healing the man. She meant to give him back a bit of the strength that she’d taken through draining him a bit too much. Oh the complications of being an angel and a vampire. Between the desired to take life and give it. “you’ll be alright…I’d just advise you to go home quickly before something else decides to feed on you.” She spoke before moving away from him before letting her wings out in the darkness and flying off. She just wanted to get out of the area as quickly and untraceable manner. Flying was efficient plus he was the only one around…not like she hadn’t blown her cover enough with him already.

The next day she was back to her “day job”. Well kind of. She’d transferred to working in the emergency room at east orange for a little while. Mostly to get away from memories. She had gotten used to dealing with patients who were bleeding. Mostly by drinking quite a bit of blood between shifts and keeping herself from slipping…though she did much better when she had her boyfriend to feed off of regularly. Oh well. That was life right? At least it was hers.

She walked into the room to check on her next patient. A cute little kid was in the guy’s arms. “So your son has a bit of a temperature? How long has he been feeling ill? “She spoke before looking up at the guy. When she finally looked at him. Low and behold…of all the people that it could be standing there behind the child. She just continued on as if shed never seen him before. There was always the possibility that he’d lost too much blood to remember. She took out the scope to look into his ears. “He’s a little congested in here. It looks like he might have a strain of strep. I’ll take a swab and have it sent down to the lab.” She said getting a long looking Q-tip and using it to take a sample from the kid. “ He’ll need a strict regiment of anti-biotics…I’d hate for it to turn into meningitis…I didn’t get your insurance on here for the kid?” She said…still acting as if she’d never met him before.

[Azrael Anubis]

He didn't expect this to happen to him – some woman randomly attacking him and draining him dry. He was no fool; she was a vampire and she nearly killed him. Why him? Because she was hungry and he was an easy target, was that it? No care that he was a father of two? Apparently not. The woman healed him enough so his vision was back to normal and that he had enough strength to sit up. That was when he saw the woman spread out her wings and fly off. “What the heck-” He muttered under his breath – confused as to what he had witnessed.

The next day sucked. Little Judas wasn't feeling good at all. He was crying, his face was flushed as well as pink, and he seemed hotter than normal. He was trying his best to ignore it – giving his son some of the liquid medicine for kids to see if that worked but apparently it wasn't doing a dang thing. Azrael hated wasting money, well not wasting, but spending, because he didn't have any money to his name, but his son was important and he'd be danged if he didn't help. So, Azrael took his son to the hospital. Both of them. Alistair was small and annoyed at Judas but he didn't cry. It was as if the child (who was some months older than Judas) knew that if he cried too, father would be annoyed.

When he arrived, Azrael signed in and paid the co-pay for his son and soon sat down and waited for the nurse or doctor to help his little newborn. When she came in, his blue eyes golden laced stared at hers. He may have lost a lot of blood but he darn well knew who she was. “You-” He started to say before she spoke and pretended that he didn't exist. “He's been off for a few days but today he's gotten worse...” He mumbled, staring at her as she examined his son. Alistair stayed in his little stroller, observing with his blue eyes, almost like his daddy's. “Isn't strep deadly for babies?” He questioned, still not letting his eyes trail off of her even for a millisecond, “So what are you. Vampire? Demon? What are you?” He remembered. He remembered it all quite well. As for the insurance, he ignored it blankly.

[Maj. Keita Ann Delwin]

She hadn’t meant to attack the man, if anything she was trying to protect him… but instincts and an injury took over. She never was one for very good control, though it was better when she had someone to feed from regularly. That was just one more reason among many for her to miss her ex-lover. Of course that was long in the past now. Some things you just can’t come back from. She went to work the next day as usual , this time she was doing clinical work. Normally she was in the burn unit but not today. Guess having several residencies paid of…they could always find more work for you…not as if there was ever a shortage. Of all the people to walk into her office it had to be the man from yesterday. She just pretended that she had never seen him before and started to take care of the kid.

She looked at him and nodded lightly. Of course he’d be worried, but out of all the doctors she was probably one of the best ones. While she couldn’t’ heal an infection if anything did happen she could heal whatever damage the bacteria caused and keep the kid alive long enough for his body to heal itself. Though considering that it was caught rather early on she hoped that wouldn’t be necessary. “It can be If it isn’t taken care of early on but don’t worry… you’re in good hands. I promise nothing will happen to him.” She replied. “But he still needs to stay on the antibiotics for 10 days. They are expensive but you have to buy the full dosage. “ she told him.

He hadn’t answered her question about insurance so she assumed that the answer was no. She looked up at him when he asked what she was. “I think your child’s health is more important than your curiosity right now Mr. Anubis. “ she replied coldly before sighing and stopping for a moment. She was trying out this whole not being heartless thing. Closing her heart to everyone in the world hadn’t been working for her so well. She’d ended up losing someone that she loved because of it and braking the heart of the man who loved her. So she decided to try being more open and caring…not the easiest task for her to undertake… “ I’m a hybrid…vampire angel. I’m truly sorry for what happened. I was trying to protect you but I ended up hurt so I drank from you. I also healed you so you don’t have to worry…I’m fully fed right now and not injured so …your child is safe as are you. Any other questions?” She asked trying to subdue the sarcastic snarky tone that she’d usually employ at a time like this. She received the lab results back rather quickly (unlike most clinics this one actually was efficient) she took out her pad and wrote him a script for some anti-biotics specific for the strain that he had. “ If you need anything for him or if anything goes wrong please call me. My office number and personal number are on my card. “ she said handing him her office card