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If their mother lived on the ship it seemed they would be equipped to live in these temperatures. That was one worry off his back and yet he was still afraid he'd hurt them somehow. He knew it wasn't logical, they'd be fine here, having food and shelter. Apparently even Shuren was alright with it all, which Richard didn't think he would be. He also didn't think he cared much about how Richard felt, or at least not to that extent. One of the little one was put closer, touching Richards face with …

Ignatius washed his clothes as well and hung them up to dry, only to then come back. Azrael felt his gaze linger on him and he wondered what he was staring at. His skin was unnaturally pale, he knew that. He was called a demon for it, but there had been others who thought of it as a sign that he wasn't actually used to hard labor. Usually he explained it away by claiming he was mostly awake at night, when demons actually roam and never saw much of the sun, but the truth was that his skin just di…

Richard wasn't prepared for a present, but at least it wasn't a party, he couldn't have handled that at all. What Yujin blabbered about hardly made sense to him before seeing what he came up with, so he patiently waited while the prince almost seemed like he wanted to drag it out. Was he so unsure about it? It somehow worried Richard, what could be something he'd reject at this point? The thick clothing Yujin wore was a bit suspect and he was right to assume that whatever the present was, was hi…

Ignatius got the hint and didn't bother Azrael much. He preferred to be alone and usually took jobs he could complete on his own, or didn't need much interaction. As soon as there was more than only one other person, at least they could talk amongst themselves, while Azrael just went on ahead, or trudged after them and went to bed early to avoid any campfire chatter. With Ignatius having no one else to talk to, all of this fell to the hunter. He wasn't sure if he himself was just too stubborn an…

Azrael didn't say anything when Ignatius came out and helped himself to some food as well. He didn't feel like conversing with him at all, he just wanted to leave as soon as Ignatius was done with his breakfast. Assuming he wouldn't eat more than what Azrael left of the first rabbit, Azrael started to pack up the rest with what he had. They could eat that for lunch later, or whenever they were hungry, as well as some of the vegetables. He put it in the pot so it wouldn't get too dirty, that was …

Azrael was done for the night and he lay down himself on the bed furtest away from Ignatius. It took him a bit to fall asleep and his night was a shirt one, which wasn't uncommon for him. Whether it was the fires in the monastery or the talk about his past, he dreamt of that night and therefor woke up early. The sun only started to rise when he left the bed. He decided to check on the traps, which yielded some good results. He made a fire outside, because he didn't trust the chimney and started …

"Neither of us will starve after only one day without food. I set traps outside, we'll have something by morning we can grill over a fire.", Azrael sighed somewhat annoyed. "Look, I know this is all new to you, but that's even more reason to trust in my judgement. I've survived out here until now, haven't I?" Ignatius was overestimating himself again. Azrael knew what to expect from his own body and he knew how to decide priorities out here. Over all these years he new his limits and capabilitie…

"You shouldn't overuse your magic for things like that... what about your own wounds?", Azrael asked with a short sigh. Ignatius meant well and he was weird. On one hand he was arrogant and self serving and on the other he seemed to love to be the martyr he was raised to be. However there wouldn't be any saving the world if he didn't even make it to his destination. Food was somewhat important, but they'd have something filling by tomorrow, Azrael was sure of that. They needed water more so. "We…

When Azrael came back Ignatius was still on his feet and not only that, next to him on the kitchen table was food. "Where did you find that?", he asked confused, but for now placed the berries on the table as well. Ignatius didn't expect a cooked meal, did he? The woods were quite thick here, but first of all, Azrael wasn't sure if this huts chimney was in tact at all and second, he didn't want smoke alert anyone to their location. They couldn't be too far off the burning monastery and the vampi…

Azrael let Ignatius through who put his hand on the wall and sure enough it opened up. It seemed like they were in there a whole day, a whole day without food or water. As they stepped out the door closed behind them. "It doesn't look anyone had been here in a while.", he pointed out, there were dusty surfaces everywhere, undisturbed. "Let me look around a bit, you can wait here." Azrael wandered off to check out the rooms. There was one with a few beds in it, a bigger one with a fireplace and o…

"Well I guess you could also bring it back to your people.", Azrael suggested, but he didn't care much. Ignatius didn't care much about it either it seemed. Would he suggest the same if he found a holy lance or something of that sort? This box didn't look very holy, more decadent if anything. This topic was over too and Ignatius already tugged the box under his arm to carry it with them. It was all they had right now. "Mhm... hopefully this path leads out and not to more trials and riddles...", …

Azrael was still not sure if he could believe in Ignatius salvation thing. There was no way to verify that what he said was true, maybe at the end nothing at all would happen. Even if it did, it seemed like previous saints didn't do a good job at saving the world looking at it right now. They would never agree on this however and Azrael was too tired to fight over it, in fact he already talked more than enough today. He rather looked at the ominous box that was revealed to them. "Are you sure ab…

Did Ignatius really not believe in all of this himself after only setting foot in the real world a few days ago? Azrael didn't want to argue, there was no point in making Ignatius question his believes anyway and he probably wouldn't just back down easily too. "I'm just trying to survive.", he replied. He didn't think much about his life or it's value. He didn't aim to die, but picked a questionable profession. It was something he could do alone, away from others, on the move always and he knew …

"It would help if the churches wouldn't denounce us all...", Azrael sighed. It was too hard a topic probably, they'd just fight over it so Azrael stopped there. "It means I have nothing to lose.", Azrael disagreed. Even cities weren't save of being destroyed at any point, church or not. It was much easier to just stay where it was save more or less. He had a home and a family and he lost it. Since then he didn't settle anywhere and he preferred it that way. Ignatius knew nothing else but being s…

"I guess so, still... shouldn't you protect the people, the commonfolk? Paladins like your father too? It is us hunters more often than not to actually do that, you know..." Sure they also took payment, but only so they could survive themselves. Well, some were crooks also, it was unfair to throw all priests into the same hat but say all hunters were honest, they were most certainly not. When he was asked if there was a place he called home, or felt save in Azrael answered awfully quickly. "No."…

"It doesn't make sense to me that you people don't even attempt to understand what is going on around you..." Not Ignatius specifically, he now asked about those things, but how would anyone make the right decisions when they didn't know anything? "I was all by myself, I had nothing much I could do but hunt some rabbits. I was lucky if I found any work on a field or a farm." Meanwhile Ignatius lived in luxury, paid for by the people that were told the only way to protect themselves was to offer …

"Being humans seems alien? You are human though.", Azrael reminded him. Holy blood or not, he did bleed and needed to drink and eat to survive. He needed sleep and rest as any other person as well. What of this made him not human? Even talking about normalcy, Azrael doubted there was anyone who led a normal life, not with demons roaming about. He didn't have one for sure, even though they were too many orphans to count. He had had it hard always though, before he made a name for himself and hid …

Ignatius asked a very odd question there and Azrael needed to think about it for a moment. "I don't think so, no.", he eventually answered. "I mean, there were people who died next to me, or the people in that village, which is terrible, but I wouldn't say I mourn for them." He didn't blame them for their weakness or anything either. Especially not if a whole army swept over them. It was sad, it was also sad if a young hunter died on their first mission, but that was just how the world worked. A…

Back at the task at hand, Ignatius looked at the mechanism and claimed he knew how it all worked. Azrael was neither demon nor priest, so he wasn't too worried, but maybe it was enough to not be holy to not be killed. He stood back a step at least but close enough so the priest could see as he reached out his hand to activate whatever this was. Again they were covered in dust and Azrael coughed as well, then dusted of his shoulders and head at least. If his hair hadn't been white already now it …

Ignatius didn't even know half of Azraels story, but he didn't feel like telling him either. The truth was that the church didn't just abandon him and his mother, they actively were at fault for her death. He could only speculate what plans they had for him and he'd been angry for a very long time, yet never returned to that place. He didn't know what happened after that night, if anyone still lived there, if they survived or died like they deserved. He was probably afraid to know and just trave…