"Did you find them," the commanding angel inquired with a glance at the being that dripped blood onto her mahogany floors.

"Just the one and he wouldn't speak," came the dark reply before he licked the blood from his hands. "It's not often a being like yourself enjoys the company of a man like me."

"Now is not the time for disgust with one another. We're at war," the angel snapped at her cohort before settling down onto her black leather couch.

"I mean creatures of the night," the vampire replied.

"Creatures of the night aren't my worry. The attacks from men are."

Foster hadn't made it out of the city like he'd wanted. Instead, he found himself lost. Unusual for the fact that he had a great sense of direction. "....Maybe I'm just rattled...." After all. He'd just seen an angel and had been told he's not who he thinks he is.

Finally halting his bike, he sighed and patted Fae. "Do you think you could fly up and find a path out? Be careful." Fae chirped twice and headbutted his hand before flying up, eager to help. Pale violet eyes watched closely, nervously. If...if he was part fae...Didn't that mean he was in danger? Didn't that mean he was a halfling? Wasn't that a bad thing?

Once more, he sighed, pressing fingers against temples, a futile attempt at stopping the incoming headache. He would have to sleep on this. Right now he needed to focus on getting out of this city and finding a nice safe wooded area to spend the night.

Fae was sure taking his time...

Two suited men watched from the shadows, "You think he helped her?"

"Why else would she send him back on that beast," the other countered.

"We better report it then."

"Or better yet, bring him and that precious little birdie in. I'm sure the boss will have something good for him."

Just as he was about to get really worried, a tiny flurry of pink barrelled into him, chirping frantically. "Fae? Are yah alright?" Holding him in his hands, he looked worriedly down at the jumpy songbird. This was definitely an alarm.

"Are there people who mean harm close by?" Two chirps. "Can they see me?" He kept his voice low. Two more chirps. "How many? And where?" Two distinct chirps and a wing point to the southwest.

This wasn't good. He couldn't hide if they were watching. He couldn't run. He had his bike. THat was good, at least. Usually, he could talk his way out but...if he was being targeted...He'd never been targeted before, not like this. He tucked Fae into his jacket, out of harm's way, hopefully, and started pedaling fast.

The two suited men jumped in their car and began to follow the man. The one closest to the sidewalk rolled down the window and held out his badge, "I'm going to need you to come with me. We have some questions about a female criminal who escaped recently. She's dangerous so if you have any information we need to know."

If he tried to get away now, he'd look guilty. Maybe...they wouldn't hurt him if he played dumb? He could play dumb, easily. Unless they saw him with her...He didn't know what to do then. Letting a breath out, he slowed his petaling and looked over at the men.

"I'm late ta my next delivery. Are ya sure it can't wait? I can stop an' talk if ya need me too, but I don't know anythin' 'bout no criminal an' I'm in a rush."

"Go ahead and get in the car, i'll handle your delivery," the man ordered and stepped out of the car.

Blood was smeared along Vyriel's face and body as the vampire kissed down her neck. Vyriel put a firm hand on the man to stop him. Her neck prickled unnervingly and rather than being filled with pleasure like she had planned the woman was now filled with worry.

"Something isn't right," she told him.

"You did just stop me from allowing you to understand the carnal pleasures," he told her with a wicked smile.

The woman scoffed and stood from her seat, "Leave me. I need to find out what's happening."

Foster could feel Fie fighting and wiggling urgently. This was the danger he'd been hinting at, but what could he do? Two against one with a bum leg? He'd have to talk his way out somehow. He just couldn't tell them about her, not after seeing what happened to her.

Feeling shaky on his legs, something easily excusable due to his cane, he stopped and hobbled into the car, a feeling dread settling in his stomach. If he played dumb, he should be good. THey had no proof of anything...right? And what if they did? He still couldn't tell.

"The delivery's in the basket. Jus' head ta the farmers market one town over." If he could get anything out of this, he hoped the deliver actualy got delivered.

"Sure," the man replied before sinking back into the car without the delivery basket. The doors locked as soon as the doors closed.

"You're going to need to talk to our boss about her. We know you saw her earlier. She's a pretty thing...kinda short with lips that could just..." the driver stopped mid thought with a crude smile. "Well...you know."

The man who lured Foster into the car shook his head, "You're only saying that because you're into redheads. I wouldn't pay for her."

"You mean because she wouldn't have you even with money," the driver jibbed before looking back at Foster. "What do you think?"

Great, they saw him with her. He couldn't faint ignorance about that. What could he do? What should he do? Swallowing the hard lump in his throat he looked up when the guy looked back, alarmed. "I-I don't know?" Foster was starting to get really scared. If only he was part fae! He'd fly away from all this or...or something! Just what did fae do?

"It's okay, our boss will make you talk," the driver said with a gruff laugh.

"The sooner we put an end to Vyriel the sooner we can find the rest of those filthy halflings and the cursed ones. She's the one been organizing all those attacks on government buildings," the second told Foster with a glare. "She's been attacking humans and you had to help her." The burly man was suddenly filled with rage at Foster.

Foster shrank back. Maybe he just shouldn't talk at all. ...Maybe he should call her name? But...these guys were looking for her. He didn't want to bring here where she was being hunted...but he didn't want to get hurt.

First he'd try to figure out a way out of this and if he can't, maybe he'll call for her. And if she doesn't come or he doesn't get help? Well, she didn't really owe him anything nor was she obligated to protect him. He could feel Fie struggling still and he tried to send silent messages of comfort to the poor thing. First chance he got, he'd let Fie go.

The big man reached to the back and gripped Foster's throat, "Boss only said to bring you in and make you squeal. He didn't say what condition you had to be in when you came in." He released his hold on Foster long enough to grab a blade and sink it deep into Foster's bad leg.

"If you tell me what you know then maybe i'll go easy on you, traitor."

Violet eyes widened with fear as the man grabbed his throat, stopping the flow of air. Oh, no. He hardly had anytime to react before the blade was in his bum leg and he was screaming. He was going to die here. If not here, then where ever he was being taken. Oh, no. Oh, no!

Clutching his leg, tears started to fall as blood bubbled up, soaking through his pants. "V-.....vy...Vyriel!" He was selfish and afraid. He was a horrible and selfish person for calling for her when she was hunted by the same men that hurt him. More tears fell over and panicked chirping could be heard from his jacket. Oh, no. No, no. Foster tried to will his little bird to quiet down. These men would hurt Fie.

The man grabbed at the flittering area of Foster's jacket, "You brought us a little friend."

Whatever the man was about to do was interrupted by something heavy landing on the roof of the car enough to dent it in. Despite the driver slamming on the gas pedal the car came to a near instant halt. All three men could see a woman's bare feet stepping gracefully on the windshield. Those slow graceful steps, however, caused the glass to splinter, until Vyriel stood on the hood and peered in. Her face was nothing like the gentle face he had seen earlier it was more pointed now shadowed in darkness and when she smiled the trio saw nothing but razor sharp teeth.

"Get. Out," she told them softly.

Foster took the opportunity to push the man away from him and his bird, letting Fie flutter out and around his head as he scrambled to open the door. Hand missing the handle a few times, he finally pried it open and fell out of the car, out of, he hoped, the man's grasp. Pain was sweeping through his leg and the knife was still in it, every movement only seemed to make it dig deeper and he didn't have the will to pull it out.

He couldn't believe she had come. She'd really come and she seemed perfectly capable. Still, his heart was heavy with guilt and shame that he had to put her in such a situation.

The man behind the wheel gave up on the gas petal and went instead with his gun, right at her face, emptying the whole round as he wildly grabbed at his door to get out. They had her right there! He had to call for back-up.

Her arm shattered through the glass as she jerked him through the windshield. "You can call for backup but it won't save you," she laughed in a singsong voice. She tossed him over to a dark alley where Foster saw pale hands and red eyes drag him, screaming into the darkness. Vyriel's eyes shot to the man who had stabbed. Rather than being the deep cognac Foster remembered her eyes had dulled to a flat black, "What is it that human children used to sing?" She tapped a finger on her chin for a moment before looking at him once more and cocking her head to the side, "Ah yes, Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was red as blood. It crept into her house one night and murdered all she loved. Oh, I'm going to enjoy killing you."

Foster felt like he was going to be sick and he didn't know if it was the pain or the fearsome and murderous power of the angel before him. Either way, he had to swallow hard not to throw up right where he was. Fie was still frantically circling his head, panicking over him and Foster soon saw that the man who'd stabbed him had rushed out of the car and was headed towards him, a mix of desperation and hatred in his eyes.

Making a sound a mix between a whimper and a yell, Foster scrambled back, not managing to get far before pain stopped him. Shutting his eyes, he felt a hand grab his and felt himself being hoisted up, forced to stand on his bad and now bleeding leg. The man had placed him between them, using him as a shield.

Vyriel cackled with laughter at the sight of the man hiding behind her fragile little bird. "Shall I make you squeal before or after I cut you into bits," she questioned. Her form softened before their eyes, all those dark edges disappearing, but not the hateful look in her eyes. "I will bring you back and kill you more times than you can fathom if you harm my little bird anymore than you already have," she snarled.

The man shook but held on strong to Foster, who kept his eyes shut tight, trembling himself. "I-I have nothing to lose! They'll find you and rightfully bring you down! If you want to kill me, go ahead! But I'll bring this brat with me!" the man pried the knife out of Foster's leg, causing him to scream and whimper, knees buckling. The man hand to hold him up to keep him standing. He held the knife to Foster's throat, letting it dig in and draw blood. "K-kill me and you kill your 'little bird'!"

Her hands shot up in surrender, "Come get me then. I'm your boogeyman." Vy's eyes scanned their surroundings discreetly, "Won't the public love to see you bring down the monster?"

The man's eyes narrowed. He didn't move an inch other than to tighten his grip on the knife. He knew better than to let go. Foster trembled in his grip, trying to hold as still as possible with the knife against his throat. He felt lightheaded with fear and pain and his vision was darkening, but if he fainted, he might faint into the knife. He couldn't. He didn't want to die!

Fie fluttered panicked. His companions was in pain and danger! This man was bad and that woman was scary! He had to help! The little pink bird dive bombed at the man's face, sharp little beak first, right at his eye.

Screaming, the man swatted blindly at Fie, missing every time but the last, where he graped the little bird tightly and grinned, not realizing he let go of Foster. "I'll squash you right in front of your weak ass owner!"

Having fallen to the ground, nearly passed out, Foster  heard the squeak of his bird being caught and cried out. He was going to kill him! "Let him go!"

Vyriel snapped her fingers causing the man's neck to snap to the side. "I forgot to tell you...I'm the only God left," she hissed as she stepped up to the corpse and pried his fingers open to release the bird. She touched it softly, sending fresh life and energy into the being. "Why don't we help my little bird now," she asked it as she turned to look at Foster.

Pale eyes stared up at them, focus on his bird before turning to the angel, a mix of fear and thankfulness in his expression. Foster attempted to say thank you but ended up coughing instead, tears having not stopped once. He just wanted his bird close and to be somewhere quiet and safe.

Fie fluttered gently down next to his partner, nuzzling up under his chin and chirping a short song for comfort. The wounded man simply started to pat the bird, smiling.

"Th-thank....yah...."

"Rest, moya ptichka," she chided gently and picked him up. Warmth flowed from her as she rose into the sky. Before getting too far she grabbed his basket and took it to the farmer's market, with a note apologizing for not being able to make the route in a timely manner.

"That was a stupid thing to do," the vampire stated from the shadows of her home as she walked in.

"I'd have done the same for any of my children, even the halflings," she told him as she lay Foster and the bird into a bed. Her indifferent stare pierced the darkness. "Humans have become far too arrogant with their freedoms. I think maybe it's time to release my brother from his cage."

Fie kept singing to his companion, pressing against Foster and refusing to move even an inch away. The bird didn't trust the vampire in the room, but trusted the angel. Scary as she was, she saved his friend. That vampire, however, would not be allowed to set foot near his friend. Fie kept a very watchful eye on him. His companion was resting that meant he must be on guard.

"He certainly smells...tasty," the vampire whispered, only to find himself against the wall with her hand at his throat.

"Only humans, or i'll put you down like a rabid beast," she hissed in his ear.

Fie chirped happily at seeing the enemy pushed against the wall. No one will bring anymore harm to his friend while he was in charge! He kept chirping until Foster started to stir, then fell into a calming song quickly, hoping to put him back to sleep.

Foster's hand found its way to the little bird's head and started patting once more, reassured that his friend was alive and alright. He....hurt. A lot. But his friend was okay. Foster didn't dare open his eyes or move other than to pet his bird for comfort.

Vyriel tossed the vampire to the ground in frustration before walking back to the bed. She sat as gently as she could and pressed a hand to the wound on his leg, "Zazihant." She waited for the wound to close.

Foster flinched as a hand pressed against his wound, expecting more pain. Instead, he felt a rushing warmth. It... didn't hurt and it was taking away the pain of his stab wound. Slowly, he opened one eye and looked over to see Vyriel. She was healing him right?

"Th-thank yah." The words were mumbled and quiet. His wound was closing before his eyes and he started to suspect she might try to heal his leg entirely, too. But when he felt no change in the familiar pain of his leg, throbbing more now after everything, he guessed that she hadn't. Not that she had any obligation to.

"I'll respect your wishes about the leg," she muttered with some distain. "If you need anything call for me," she told him as she swept out of the room gripping the vampire as she left.

"So, my little bat, why don't you tell me why you were so interested in the scent of my bird," she questioned from her desk as she poured over her plans for the government.

"I won't touch your little bird." The vampire said, with emphasis on the little bird. "I was simply enjoying his sent. It's an interesting one."

"I don't know that I believe you," she replied with a pur. It doesn't matter," she told him. "I have a job for you. Come here."

Narrowing his eyes, the vampire approached, a little confused. He could still smell the halfling in the other room. It certainly was an interesting sent... "What do you need me to do? Nothing to hard and annoying right?"

"Oh my dear it will be very hard," she whispered seductively and sat back in her chair. "I expect you to get Dracul and my dear brother up from the pit."

"...Why me? Why not someone...I don't know, more important or famous or what have you?" This...was not a job he wanted. If she wanted to kill him he'd much prefer she do it upfront and get it over with.

"Raegar, I don't give jobs out without a purpose or to anyone I don't believe in," she replied and stood up to face him. "I don't want you going alone either, you can create your own group. No one famous they draw far too much unwanted attention." She stopped and caressed his cheek softly, "When you've completed your job you may have a reward," she whispered against his lips, "...and if you find that you need me, just call. Don't play the hero. I need no prince."

He sighed, but perked up at the offer, smirking even. That would make it worth it. Raegar knew she'd keep her word or maybe even more. "Alright...whatever. I'll do it and I'll get some low profile suckers to help me." At least she would have his back, should things turn nasty. Still, it was irritating.

"If you prefer I could find someone else to do the job. Take the reward. There are plenty that would scramble at the opportunity," she whispered and cocked her head to the side, tilting it up just enough that if he didn't know better he would find it more than inviting. "I do have something I could offer up front to sweeten the deal. Make it less irritating," she commented softly and turned her back to him. She tilted her head to the side and gouged herself in the neck enough to draw a bit of blood to her skin.

Eyes dilating, he licked his lips. "I think I'll take the offer then." He stepped forward, eager to not let the blood go to waste. She knew how to work him and he knew she was working him, but this was too good of a deal for him to turn down.

Vyriel allowed his hands to grip her waist and pull her close. With a smile she closed her eyes and allowed him to drink his fill of her. The fact that she was ancient and timeless made her blood better than the finest wine a man could taste. It seemed to change to the drinkers fancy, smooth and rich to someone like Reagar or bitter to those who's tastes were less refined.

When Raegar finally finished she kissed the remaining blood from his lips and ran a hand through his wild brown tresses. "Thank you for helping me save my little bird."

Raegar adverted his gaze at her thanks and shrugged. "yeah... that guy needs the help, I guess." he couldn't help but smile after that delicious meal. "I'll do that job and it'll be done before you know it. Mostly because I just want the rest of the reward."

Vyriel laughed, "Thank you anyway." She walked down to the kitchen and began fumbling with the coffee pot. "Stupid human contraptions," she muttered to herself as she put the glass pot back. Vyriel ran a hand through her messy copper hair and rolled her eyes.

Foster stayed right where he was placed for a couple of minutes, still recovering even when the pain was gone. It may not be there anymore, but it had certainly been there and he was beyond exhausted. When he finally chose to get up, his hand reached out for his cane...that wasn't there. He'd lost it in all the chaos. Great, simply fantastic. Now he had to hobble everywhere by leaning on the wall or grabbing random things or moving really, really slowly.

Groaning, he pushed himself into a sitting position, picking up Fie and kissing his head lightly. "I'm so glad you are alright...." Fie chirped right back, a chirp that clearly meant 'I'm glad you are alright, also. Looking around he recognized that he was was in Vy's home. She'd done so much for him...

What was he going to do now?

Vyriel's voice could be heard as she muttered to herself and passed the room Foster was in. The sound of chirping caused her to look over and color to rise to her cheeks. The angel looked down at the tea cup and over to Foster, "I think I broke the white contraption, but you can have this if you want? Or the spout of water works."

Foster looked up at her voice, shocked for a moment before looking at the tea and giving a small smile. "The tea is enough. Thank yah." He couldn't help a slight chuckle at her struggle. It was amusing to say the least. Briefly, he considered asking her about his cane, but reconsidered. He just couldn't ask her for a favor right after all she did. Plus it could be good for him to go without it. Good to use his leg a bit more than usual. It's not like it still had that stab wound.

She handed him the cup of tea and pointed at the bathroom, "There's a small waterfall if you like...well...it can also turn into a lake according to Raegar. I haven't figured out what the big bowl of water is for yet," she admitted with an uncertain glance at the bathroom. "You're more than allowed to use them if you find need of it. I also apologize for the fright I gave you. Both times." 

Sipping at the bitter tea, he tried to hide his slight giggles at her ignorance. He couldn't blame her. Surely as an angel you didn't need most of the stuff humans did. It could get hard figuring it all out. "I'm sure it'll be fun ta figure it out... I'll...go there later." No way was he getting up with her around just yet. Not without his cane and not without knowing if today was a good leg day or not. He had a feeling it wasn't. It was hurting more than usually, likely from the shock of being stabbed. "And...and it's fine."

Vyriel sensed his hesitation and looked awkwardly between the door and Foster. "I'll...uh...I have plans to make. I'll be getting ready for the arrival of my brother and a friend shortly...though I'm not sure when Rae will have the task completed." The angel turned abruptly and marched to another room, her face furrowed in confusion and irritation.

She picked up the small box Raegar had given her and touched it. When the phone screen lit up she growled at it, ready to begin the battle of calling the werewolves.

Foster watched her leave, relieved but worried. He wasn't sure just how bad of a time he'll have with his leg, but he guessed he might as well try. Grabbing the little table next to the bed, he pulled himself up and out of the bed, Fie fluttering up to rest on his shoulder. Carefuly, he tested his leg, putting some weight then a bit more.

This was not going to be easy. Just putting weight on it hurt and he knew there would be no support there. He could even see that it was swollen. Hopefuly it would go away in a few days time and that getting stabbed then healed wouldn't jack up his leg too much more than it already was. Resigning himself to the struggle, he carefully made his way to the bathroom, limping and hopping. Maybe he'd just try and find a stick like object later that'll work as a cane.

"PUT LYNALL ON THE BOX," Vyriel shouted from her office into the box at her ear. "I WILL NOT QUIET UNTIL HE'S TALKING TO ME IN PERSON. THE BOX WON'T BE ABLE TO HEAR ME!" The woman eventually gave up on whatever conversation she had tried to have and the sound of a phone shattering could be heard. She stormed through the house red faced and angry the rest of the day, contemplating finding her wolf on her own.

Foster had finally made it to the bathroom when he heard her screaming at what he could only guess might be a phone. He jumped and fell right over in shock and fear, with Fie chirping worriedly. "I'm fine. I'm fine! Didn't expect screaming." He assured the little bird before hoisting himself back up and wincing in pain.

Sighing with relief when he was finally inside the bathroom, he nearly collapsed on the toilet and simply sat and caught his breath, giggling as he remembered that Vy had no clue what this was used for.

Anger fueled the angel as she stepped out into the brisk night air when a cool pair of lips kissed her neck. She turned to find her firstborn creature of the night gazing down at her, his long inky mane pulled into a tight ponytail. "Imagine my surprise with an unknown vampire made his way to me and told me that my mother had come back," the man whispered in his thick Transylvanian accent. "Not only that, but that he had tasted her blood as payment? Since when do you pay us to do your bidding?"

Vyriel smirked at him, "Since the government here has been stealing my babies and torturing them before killing them. I'm not talking about the self righteous who think they're doing good either."

Foster had made it back to his bed, but now he had to find something to use as a cane. A task he likely had to wonder to find. What places could one find a long stick like thing? Do they have a broom closet here? Maybe he could send Fie out to scope out the lay out and maybe find the shortest path. "Fie...you think you could help me out here? Either find a stick of some sort and guide me there or just scope out the layout. I'll give you a really good treat later." Fie tilted his head at his companion before chirping twice and setting off. It was a lot to ask but Fie wanted that treat. He'd find just what his partner needed.

"I don't know what you expect me to do here," Dracul replied nonchalantly to the woman.

"I want you to get angry about them harming your brothers and sisters," she replied with a frustrated sigh.

"With all due respect Vy, those brothers and sisters of mine have problems with one another more than they do humans. That rift will not mend overnight."

"If I could see everyone at once then there would be no problems."

"But give your issues with the humans it's out of the option."

"Which is why Lucifer will stand by my side," Vyriel snapped and rubbed her arms gently.

Foster had to say he was proud of his little bird. Fie came back  not even ten minutes later, ready to guide him the best he can. From what the little bird told him, there was an open broom closet a few halls down. He was lucky. It might seem weird for him to walk around with a broom but it was better than being stuck. Carefully, he got up again and, using the wall for support, he started on his little trip.

Moments later Vyriel and Dracul walked in the door and headed toward her study, the two were arguing about something Foster wasn't entirely sure he wanted to hear any more about. "...what if he chooses to kill you instead?"

"Don't be an idiot, even when we were young I was stronger," she replied offhandedly.

Worried, Foster paused in his adventure for a moment. Kill her? This sounded serious. Not that there was anything he'd be able to do to help he just couldn't help but fret. He would just listen long enough to get gist them he'd leave.

"Lucifer has also been stuck down there for how long?"

"We were all asleep. Time passes differently there than it does here," she responded simply before looking over at him. "I'm only twenty-eight in my world and I made you when I was twenty four. How many lifetimes have you passed now? You're centuries old here. Lucifer would not harm me."

"You're so sure of this idea then?"

"I am he is not what your religion claimed him to be. I'm beginning to think he was right about humans anyhow. They've hunted mermaids and fae to near extinction, sprites and pixies have been hiding for so long I can barely feel their presence any longer and even my strongest creatures are being hunted down like animals," she spat. "It's passed time differences were put aside and since Yahweh is no longer here to stop me I'll free him."

Lucifer? Foster knew that name at least and knew it was connected with nothing good. Fear settled deep in his stomach. He was surrounded by beings far stronger and scarier then he'd ever thought. Was she aiming to destroy humans? The idea didn't settle well with him. Sure they were messed up and crooked a lot of time but there were many good things! He still considered himself fully human, too. After all, there's no way he could come close to a fraction of power like this.

Not wanting to hear any more, now feeling sick to his stomach, he continued on his adventure for a walking aid. It shouldn't be more then one hall ahead now.

"Someone was listening to us," Dracul's smooth voice rang through the office with some delight and Foster soon came face to face with two men, very different in stature. The first was a tanned large blonde man with eyes the same rich cognac as Vyriel's. A bit of stubble covered his chiseled  jawline and a strange sort of half smile rest on his lips. The second was a slight man, not much taller than Vyriel. He had a mane of wild unkept brown hair and red eyes that glared like a predator.

Foster staggered back, startled and afraid. They did not look friendly. What did they want from him? Losing his balance, he fell back onto his rump, violet eyes wide. "h-hello?"

Hearing the commotion Vyriel made her way out to the hall, her mess of short wavy hair getting in her face as she did so. She stopped at the sight of Raegar and Lucifer, her mouth falling slack in astonishment. "I didn't know you'd be here so quickly," she whispered as tears filled her eyes. She launched herself into the blonde man's arms, who held her close.

"It's been far too long, sweet sister," he told her with a chuckle that rumbled from his very depths. "I'm assuming my being here means something bad has happened though. The last time you called for my aid that raving lunatic was rounding up his own people like sheep to the slaughter."

Vyriel straightened herself up and frowned at him, "It's worse that I can tell you. For now I will...meet you in my office shortly. Dracul and Raegar will show you the way." Vy sent a stern look at Raegar before turning back to where Foster had fallen.

Foster forced a shaky smile at Vy before painfully hoisting himself up onto his good foot. All this falling was taking its toll on him. His bad leg was throbbing painfully now.

Raegar snorted lightly, gaze lingering on the young man on the ground for only a moment longer before meeting Vy's hard stare. "yeah, sure. Let's go."

Vyriel shook her head before returning her gaze to Foster. "I apologize for his behavior. He still hasn't learned his place on the food chain," she muttered with a huff. "What were you looking for, little bird?" Her inquisitive state slid over his body once before a thought occurred to her, "Your staff?"
Foster simply nodded,  averting his eyes. His leg was noticeably swollen and he had a hand against the wall to keep himself standing. "any sort of long stick will do. Tah help me walk.""

Vyriel thought for a moment before opening a nearby closet and handed him a cedar staff. There were runes decorating the length and there were still knots of wood along it. "A man by the name of Merlin was the first owner of this staff, one of my more brilliant creations. He passed it down to the worthy until one day there was no one worthy enough to hold it. I think it's time the tradition was passed on again."

A scoff was heard from the door of the office where Raegar stood watching the two. Vyriel's eyes narrowed up at him as she pointed back to the office, "Shut your mouth and mind you business before I make you. Get back in the office."

Foster gently took the staff she offered, making sure to be very very gentle with it. "Are you sure...I should use this? Wouldn't I have to prove myself first, or something?" Not that he minded not doing that, he'd surely lose. Merlin was a name he knew. He'd read plenty of stories with him in it. If this staff was really his, then it was a big deal.

"I wouldn't give it to you if it weren't okay. You forget that i'm a god. I can see what you have yet to uncover," she replied with a small smile.

To this, the young man nodded, suddenly intimidated all over again. There were two gods in this house. One whom he witnessed the power of directly and the other he'd heard terrible,  terrible things about. What a situation to be in. At least she seemed to like him enough to not smite him.

"Wh-when yah have the time...do you think you could tell me a bit more about the fae? Of course, I know you're busy right now...but later?"

She leaned down, planting a soft kiss on his forehead, "Of course. Feel free to roam if you'd like, though take care. I do not know who else will show up tonight. If you bump into my wolf do send him my way will you?"

Without waiting for a reply Vyriel walked into the office to raised eyebrows from all three males, "What," she questioned as she peered around at them before sitting at the chair behind her desk.

"You gave that twirp Merlin's Staff." Raegar stated. "Just what's so special about him? Especially when we had to save his ass and probably will again. What aren't you telling?" He wasn't sure why it irked him so much but something about that boy irked him. Intrigued and irked him.

Without looking Vyriel tossed a pen at the vampire hitting him directly between the eyes, "I owe you no explications. I suggest you get your jealousy in check though because it's endearing quality is fading quite quickly."

Lucifer snickered at the man with a look of pity before sitting in front of his sister, "One of the fae huh? They always were one of your favorites the reason you grew to create your monsters yes?"

"The fae were not meant for battle," Vy replied with a scowl, "These fools were supposed to protect them, and instead I find them more worried about tasting a fae than helping them." She gave a scoff of disgust. "Disappointed is where I currently find myself with them."

Flinching and holding a hand to injured spot, Raegar scowled and bared his teeth but kept his mouth shut. It took a considerable effort. Protect the fae boy? That would certainly get old fast. What was the point if they couldn't even defend themselves. He wisely chose to keep thee thoughts to himself, reminding himself that he still had the rest of his reward to get.

"You didn't exactly make it easy for us to protect them," Dracul snapped making the woman look up darkly.

"I think you had better take a page from your subordinates book and keep your thoughts to yourself," she hissed. "You weren't ment to be intelligent enough to improvise, but no...you wanted hand fed like the humans." She stood up in her rage and marched over flicking him roughly in the forehead, "Would you be happy if I made you as weak and pitiful as humans?" She spat the words at him as if vomiting. "No, you wanted me to bring your precious wife back to you and I did, but did it help? No, it made you weak once more."

"I didn't sign up for the curse you gave me," he growled in her face.

In an instant her face had shifted into the dark one Foster had seen, all angles and sharp edges, "You begged me for the power to defeat your enemies. Do not make me remind you who made you."

Raegar's red eyes watched the scene infront of him with amusement, still rubbing the spot he was hit. Her anger was no less terrifying but certainly more interesting when not directed at him. His gaze soon turned towards Lucifer, curious to see if he found the scene before him just as if not more entertaining then he.

Lucifer sat, with a growing interest in a spot of the desk that had been chipped, "My my, you have gotten angrier with age haven't you?"

"I'm in no mood to be trifled with while my children are dying at the hands of ants. Nothing more than pests that have been left growing out of control for far too long. It's time humans remember what it was like to have a god around them."

"Would you mind telling me just what these ants have been doing? Harming the fae, apparently, but how about the specifics," Lucifer tilted his head at the other angel, his eyes meeting hers. "Perhaps after that you can tell me what you are clearly planning."

"It's not just the fae their hunting. Any creature that isn't human has become a target, but it's only here in this country. I haven't figured out why they're hunting them, but I've experienced it. I allowed myself to be captured and you wouldn't believe the things they did. I got out in time to keep from being...violated." She let out a heavy sigh of frustration.

Hearing this made Lucifer's eyes narrow. "They almost violated you?" After a moment he shook his head and frowned deeply. "Humans never learn, ever, do they? ...Was that halfling in there one you rescued from them?" He cast his gaze at the door for a moment before turning back to her.

Raegar's eyes followed Lucifer's but lingered. He could still smell that boy. He'd smelled halflings before but this boy smelled... interesting.

The woman sighed and sat back down across from Lucifer, "You should have seen what they did to my wings Luci. They were so bad I wasn't going to be able to just heal him. He set my wings for me. Not to mention he saw me emerge from where they had chained me to the wall. There's no way he would have been able to fight them off." Vyriel kept her eyes away from all three men. "I had to know what they were doing," she whispered, her voice tinged in regret and sorrow. "I just want to make them pay for what they've done. I don't want to kill all the humans. There are some good, though they're few and far between."

"...Alright. Just what do you plan on doing?" The way Lucifer saw it, she was right and there was more than enough reason for action.

She ran a hand through her hair and leaned back, "I haven't decided yet, which is why I wanted you, Dracul, and Lynall this isn't just my decision to make. If I expose who and what I am the backlash could be catastrophic, but men have ruled the earth like child kings for far too long."

Lucifer nodded in agreement. "This'll take some planning then. Where is Lynall, anyways? Did he just not show up to your call?" Raegar just snorted at that, wrinkling his nose a bit. He wasn't looking forward to the smell that would come with Lynall.

"I tried to use the box Raegar gave me, but it's useless," she said with a wave over at the shattered phone. "I don't even know if he heard my call. For all I know he was taken by them already. I haven't been able to sense his presence."

Raegar couldn't help the laugh that slipped through, though he quickly stifled it. Lucifer, himself, stared at the broken remains with amusement. Raegar took out his own phone and grinned at Vy. "How about I give him a call and not break the phone so we can be sure he he got the call?"

Vyriel pursed her lips in irritation, "Do what you will. The human devices are defective around me. It's not my fault." She refused to look at any of them. "Actually, this may be a discussion for tomorrow, I have other business to attend to and I'm quite tired." Vyriel glanced at Raegar out of the corner of her eye.

Raegar grinned more and shrugged. "Suits me. This was getting a bit boring." If she was hinting at what he thought she was...well he wanted everyone to leave as soon as possible.

Lucifer, either not caring or not paying attention to the glace, replied with, "Tomorrow it is then. I'll get to stretch my legs for the night. It's been a long long time."

"We can catch up later," she replied before motioning for them to leave. "Raegar, before you go I have some business to discuss with you." Lucifer and Dracul left the two to their discussion. Vyriel walked up to Raegar and set a hand on his chest. "I want you to make me forget what they did. Just for a second."

Dracul looked up at Lucifer with a frown. "You know what she's doing in there?"

"I don't want to know what she's doing," he replied with a grimace.