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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"I don't care who approved that hit, I want to know who fucking did it." A gravelly voice snarled as held the phone to his ear. Vampires had been running around his establishment and the city in general, their numbers had been growing and Alistair had a feeling they may be behind the recent death of yet another demon on his watch. It was beginning to cause his leadership into question; demons were being targeted and dispatched under his nose. A curse left his lips as a deep voice commanded him to <i>find</i> the problem and resolve it before it turned into an all out war. Alistair snorted softly before ending the call. Of course, his balls were in a vice. No doubt it was someone testing him, and that wasn't pride speaking. Many of the council had protested him stepping up to take a hold of the area. A son of Asmodeus and a simple succubus, he was nothing more than a mixed blood incubus. They believed he had no seat at a table of protection or war all because of his mother's influence, all because she wasn't another knight of hell as his father was.<br/>
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"Cole, I got a job for you. Yeah yeah, another one. I need you to do some digging. Just like last time, yeah. I want you to stir those dead fuckers up, threaten them, tell them it's me looking." A low, devious laugh escaped his lips, "I can handle vampires, that's no issue. Mhm, okay. Good lad, I'll see you later." As he dropped his phone onto the table, the male leaned his neck side to side, a mild sigh of relief escaped him as a crack echoed from his body. This was getting out of hand, the vampires were pressing for freedom from secrets, and it was getting harder to prevent them from just attempting it. Humans couldn't know, they couldn't ever know. Humans were weak, they weren't capable of handling that information without panic or disbelief until they met their end by it. Monsters walked among them and there were no safe words for that.<br/>
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An hour later, the male sat in a beaten down bar and nursing his second double bourbon, no ice. Around the table sat a few close friends of his, they were discussing the issue at hand. Vampires. "We could just go bomb a few nests of theirs," one spoke up, his smirk was all too menacing with the dark raggedy beard he sported. At least Alistair kept his trimmed. "Council would have our heads for acting out without proof, or approval of that." Alistair growled lowly, "This is bullshit. So much red tape. I just want order, maybe I should go and see pops." One younger male glanced toward him with a concerned frown. "Asmodeus can't stand humans, you know he'll just want us to expose ourselves, just like the vampires." He wasn't wrong, even if Alistair thought he could manipulate his father, it was a most likely a dead end.<br/>
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"You lot need to keep an eye out when you go back, okay? I don't care what it is, anyone eyeing us in the wrong way is going to get locked up, we have a sizeable building in Banechurch, it has a cellar twice the size of this place. We're going to tie them up there, we'll see exactly what they're hiding." The men nodded just as one of their gazes caught hold of something outside. "Is that... a fae? Just running through the street?" Fae always had an eerily beautiful look to them, and as Alistair turned to observe what his old friend mentioned, he cursed loudly. "We can't have her creating a garden in the middle of the city, she's clearly new. Right, get to your tasks. I mean absolutely anyone, got it? I'll get the fae."<br/>
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He didn't even wait to see what they said, he was in charge after all. The male stormed through the door and made his way out into the fresh cool nights air. This was all he needed, a new fae exposing them to humans he'd be forced to clean up. It could turn into a shitstorm. It didn't take him long to catch up to the blonde, his form approaching her with a rather seemingly clear intent. "Don't scream," Was all he could muster as his form neared hers, he was close enough to feel her energy, and for her to feel the waves of power and darkness that poured from him like an appealing cologne. One hand swept up to circle around her waist, his touch was strong and firm as he guided her closer to his body. "This doesn't make any sense, but I'm not going to hurt you. You need to come with me." Knowing that it would take some time for her to learn to stop, he needed to get her out of the public eye before she ended up with a small garden around her feet, how on earth would he explain that?<br/>
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It was clear that his words were harsh and his touch was of the same standard. Unyielding. Before she could answer, the hand around her waist pinned his fingers down along her hips as the other took hold of one of her hands, keeping her leaning into him as he began to stride toward a less busy street, it was also where his bike was parked. Once they were out of eye view, the male pressed her up against a wall, his gaze narrowing down toward hers. He was dressed like a common thug, well fitted jeans with tears, a simple t-shirt and leather jacket with boots that had seen better days. "You've gotta stop doing what you're doing," He eyed her then nodded to the ground. He knew she'd see it, the way the trail followed her. "You need to focus on calming down; being out of control and scared is only going to make this worse. Or, I can take you out of town right now. Either way I'm not going anywhere. Which do you want?" There was a glisten in his orbs, a hint of the true being inside.</span>