"Family -- " Adriel grunted as that foot pressed down harder on is chest, forcing what little air he drawn in back out of his lungs. "-- don't mean shit," he finally panted out. "Fuckin' Levi and Eli on different sides of this damn war. Who the Hell even knows where the third one run off to this time." The White brothers. There were more than enough stories written about the trio of red-haired brothers who ignited bloodshed wherever they went. Harbingers of death. That had changed several hundred years ago when Eli, the eldest of the three, fell for a simple human girl. The transformative power of love and all that bullshit had taken hold of his heart. The man - if he could be called as such when nobody knew exactly<i>what</i>the White brothers were - had taken a stance as the fulcrum between humans and supernaturals. When Momo had come along, he'd found a suitable ally who didn't only offer magickal power, but political and social as well. Nightshade had been<i>her</i>project, an attempt at forging the first city where humans and supernaturals could live openly side-by-side.<br/><br/><i>Look where that got her</i>, Adriel thought. Nightshade had been torn apart. He tried to recall those last glimpses of the city, burning and bleeding... Angel. He'd been reaching for Angel. Throwing a shield around his brother? "Angel," he whispered, more to himself than to Rizarn. "No... Angel's a nobody." That wasn't far from the truth. Aside from marrying Kain, Angel was unremarkable in nearly possible way... and yet, people were drawn to him like moths to the flame. It had been a thorn in Adriel's side since they were children.<br/><br/>He was snapped from his thoughts by a hand landing hard against his cheek, the coppery taste of blood trickling over his tongue where his teeth cut the inside of his cheek. Ignoring the pain, Adriel growled as he turned his head to look at Rizarn once more. "I. Don't. Have. Any.<i>Fucking</i>. Information," he snarled. "Look at me! I ain't part of that group! You..." Adriel broke into weak laughter, head falling back on the hard floor with a thud. "You picked the wrong person. All the people you coulda grabbed - Angel, Kain, Nik, Aiden - but you grabbed me. That's some bad luck."<br/><br/>God, he was tired. The laughter took the wind out of him, his hands falling away from Rizarn's as he went limp beneath the man. "Blood," he finally said, eyes closed as he resigned himself to at least offering that much information. "I've... used vampire blood to heal before." Something else. It nagged at the back of his mind, a memory of vampire blood and a portal. Kain. Adriel tried, but couldn't quite grasp the fragments of the memory that had been 'wiped' a year ago by the group that had been trying to capture Stein. He had used vampire blood to help Kain with... something. Was it something important enough for Rizarn to want that information? It didn't feel like what his torturer was looking for, not that Adriel would have turned over the information even if he had a grasp of it anyhow.