The Prince's apperance

The smell of humans made the robed male want to gag. Hif it wasn't for the fact he was searching for someone, he would have loved to kill the beings that even dared to look at him. Though sadly one of his dogs had wondered too far and he needed to show them who's boss. He looked over at the male next to him "you sure she was here last?" The male nodded to the prince, making him sigh. Azrael looked around and smirked, some light glisening in his eye. He walked over and picked up a sword and a dagger, both belonging to his dear Lillith.

Azrael used the sword in his head to slice clean though the human's skull, wripping the blood on his coat. He followed the blood trail and asked humans along the way. But soon all leads to dead ends, where could that little bitch have gone. He was pissed enough but now even more thinking about his little slave being in the hands of someone else, that just won't do. Only one thing was on his mind, killing Lillith and anyone else in his way.

Lillith was running errands for the house right now. A smile on her face as she moved along the busy streets of downtown. In on hand she held food and in the other a few dishes she picked up. Although she was happy and finally free, her daggers were strapped to her leg as normal. She bought a few more food items and placed them in a bag before continuing on her way back to the house, that is until she smelt the blood of a human. Her eyes widen as she rushed to the site, recoiling back. The marks of her blade at work, but that's impossible.

Only one- no! She rushed through the streets hoping to return faster but didn't. It was already to late, the plates crashed into the ground. Her eyes widen and a gasp escaped her lips "t-the prince?!" Her voice was low and shaking with fear. With shaky hands, she drew her dagger and held it close to her. Maybe if she just snuck around she would be able to escape.

Ezrion was out for a stroll through the city, moving amongst the press of bodies, a small smile plastered to his face. Finally life was looking up for the halfbreed, no more lonely nights while his brother was off who knows where doing god only knows. Ezrion was looking forward to getting back home, a new prospect for him.

He scowled, however, upon catching a smell, and seeing a large crowd of people gathered around it's origin. He ambled closer, trying to see if he could spot what was causing all the commotion. He couldn't get close enough to get a good look, however he did spot Lillith, and noticed right away that she was in a defensive stance, looking shaken and scared. Ezrion's eyes widened slightly, a thought occurring to him. He tried to push his way through the crowd towards Lillith, not caring about the verbal abuse and obscenities thrown his way.

His only concern was standing before him. He had to get to Lillith.

His bright blue eyes met red ones. A smile upon his lips "Lilith." He could smell the fear radiating off of her. Azrael took a deep breath, taking in the event "ah just the scent I missed." He said with a sadistic tone. Azrael hear the swearing of the humans and turned and snickered "you...you bitch!" he then turned and dragged her into an alley. Throwing her to the ground before she could scream. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and snickered "you poor little thing, thinking you could escape." he grabbed her throat and held her at arms length, her back to the entrance so the oncoming threat couldn't reach him just yet.

Azrael smirked and brought her close, pulling her against him, whispering in her ear "you slept with him didn't you?" With that he crashed her body into a wall, laughing at the way her skin would break if she hit it, spreading her blood. Something that made him laugh and smile.

Lillith whimpered lightly and began shaking "m-master." Though before she could speak again, she was dragged into an alley. A loud cry escaped her lips, dropping her knife as her head was pulled back. It couldn't be happening, he could not be back. Nothing could be worse then this, nothing. Her eyes watered with fear, a scream echoing as her throat was gripped. Her cries and screams echoed the alley way as she pulled a dagger from her side, thrusting it into the man's arm, twisting it painfully if it dug in. Though she was tossed aside, literally.

Her body collided with a wall but she stood up and took another dagger out. A his left her lips as she felt the blood run down her arm, the same one that she had hurt before. A deep dark growl escaped her lips "don't confuse my feelings for something you did! I have no intention of hurting him! I also won't go back." She yelled at him and threw the dagger but had to lean on the wall for support.

Ezrion finally broke free of the human masses, searching frnatically for Lillith. He didn't see any sign of her, and he swore. Then he heard screams and cries from a nearby alleyway. Ezrion's expression turned thunderous, and pure power crackled in the air around him. No one even so much as made to appraoch the alley as Ezrion stormed towards its mouth. What he saw only cresendoed his rage. Lillith, wounded, bleeding, and what Ezrion only assumed to be the pathetic creature who dared believe himself better then her.

Ezrion entered the alleyway, and stepped between the two figures his eyes burning with rage, literally, small fires licking free from his pupils. "Lay another fucking hand on her and I'll rip your fucking head off." He growled, his voice filled with menace and authority. He glanced back at Lillith, to reassure her, and noticed how she leaned against the wall for support.

Ezrion wasn't going to play around with this one as he had when he fought Lillith, he was going to destroy him, utterly. Not even a smear of the foul creature would remain to stain the ground when this was over.

Azrael looked over and raised a single eyebrow, removing his hood. He took one look and nodded "another half breed? How pathetic." He said just as his eyes wondered to Lillith, taking her blood in. He then stopped smiling as he looked between the two in front of him. His eye twitched and turned a bright blood red "you actually care for her don't you?"

Azrael walked over slowly and smirked, his eyes narrowed "you do! You feel for her, how sad. I'll let you in a secret, she can't feel. She was trained that way." He chuckled and cracked his knuckles before transforming into his other form, his royal mark on his arm. His eyes turned to Lillith "enjoy me tearing your little boyfriend apart." Without another thought, he shot Lillith's blade out and into the man's side. If connected, he would jerk it and pull the skin along with it. He released the blade and smirked. His eye glowed a brighter red as he reached for Lillith once more.

Lillith pushed herself up and ran straight for Ezrion, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her body shook with fear and anger. Though she stepped back when he yelled, she knew that look. Only Lillith knows what he has done in his past. And she knew that he could easily kill him, but one thing she didn't want was his blood spilt. Her eyes looked at him then at Azrael "you know nothing about me!"

Her eyes widen and she reached out, focusing as hard as she could, her eyes closing now. Soon she felt a handle of her sword against her hand. Lillith used her powers to call her sword to her hand, making sure she didn't cut Ezrion. Though it used too much, with her body hurt and bleeding. This caused her to collapse to her knees, breathing hard.

She leaned over lightly and took a few deep breaths "y...you know nothing...about how I feel." Her eyes burned because of how much she was holding back tears. She really cared for him and she hated for someone to tell her otherwise.

Ezrion stood his ground, ignoring the jabs made by the full blood demon 'prince'. He knew this would most likely be the hardest fight he ever had. Or would it? Did the man actually know how to fight, since he has always used Lillith as his tool for violence. Ezrion would find out soon enough, as the demon shifted into his true form, and swung Lillith's sword at his side.

Ezrion changed only his hand into it's demon form, his own blade appeaing in it to block the sword. When the ring of steel on steel never occurred, Ezrion looked at Azreal's hand, noting how it was empty. He shifted his attention behind himself as Lillih, collapsed, blade in hand. "Saty back Lillith, this won't take long."

Having said that Ezrion changed completely, catching the Prince's reaching arm, and throwing him away from Lillith, chains flying from Ezrion's body at speeds nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye, attempting to wrap around the prince, and trap him. Ezrion slashed his blade forweard in a tight, dizzying pattern, aiming for anywhere vital, arteries, major muscles, joints. Should his strikes connect they could shatter bones, even in this Demon before him, or sever limbs.

Azrael chuckled and looked at Lillith before the man, a sigh leaving his lips "honestly, this half breed is right. I will deal with you myself." He said laughing evily. Though that turned into a hiss of pain. However he laughed once again, the pain a simple pleasure for him. He has always loved pain, the feel against his skin.

However he wasn't about to give up, jumping aboved the two, onto a fireescape. His eyes narrowed as he sighed "wouldn't it be easier to just hand over the slave?!" He hated when people got in his way. He simply wanted what belonged to him.

His eye glowed red, smiking "you daddy's little rouge aent you?!" Knowing fully well the man had a past. Though his eyes followed to the humans around "Your pretty idiotic keeping her in the same area I sent her." Though he was simply trying to buy time. The prince knew nothing about fighting and was physically weaker then any other human. Though he loved the taste of blood, and was dying to taste the blood of Ezrion.

Lillith ignored the pain and stood, her sword at her side. The metal glowed and roared, begging for blood. Though she placed a hand on Ezrion's. "No this is my battle. Back down." Her eyes matched her prince's, blood red to blood red. She glared and stepped a single step towards the dwmon prince.

Lillith raised her blade, throwing it right for him "I'm not your slave anymore!!!" She screamed, hopfully piercing the man. If the blade hit, it would be to his left shoulder, however if missed, Lillith would call it back and aim for his right shoulder.

When Azrael mentioned a 'daddy' Lillith instantly, stood in front of Ezrion. Her back was to him, but her voice was cold "leave him out of this." She, and only her, knew what Ezrion went through and what he did. Her hands clenched and unclenched, her body rigid.

Ezrion gritted his teeth, but backed down, changing back into his human form as Lillith stepped forwards to fight the demon prince. He smiled as she stood up for herself against this pompous, self serving fool. He watched her throw her sword, and cocked an eyebrow. He didn't comment on her choice of attack, since he himself had weapons specifically for throwing.

As the Prince mentioned his father Ezrions expression went deadpan. He clenched his fists, and shook his head, stepping around Lillith. "We take him together." Was all he said, growing his wings out, grabbing Lillith around her waist and lifting into the air, landing on the opposite buildings fire escape. He put her down, and condensed power in his outstretched hand, superheating the metal that the prince stood on, melting it nearly instantaneously.

At the same time he was weakening the structure above the prince, literally ripping it out of the building, intending to crush him beneath it, if he didn't get too badly burned from the melted metal.

Azrael merely stepped aside from the blade, it scratching his left arm. He reached for the blade and smiled "isnt it sad when a slave can not obey simple orders." He twisted the blade in his hands, purposely ignoring Lillith's comment about not being a slave because that's all he would ever see her as. To him she was not a living being, she was simply his moving property to do whatever he pleased.

This charade was not pleasing him at all, in fact it angered him "take me on then! Even with you both, I will still have my slave back. " He was purposely trying to anger Lillith, knowing fully well that when angered she can be easily beat. It wasn't hard, or so he thought, to anger the half-breed woman.

Before he could say anything farther, a heat rushed through his body, earning a quiet scream. He looked up to notice the weakening structure, leaping from the fire escape. Though with the burns he received it was not easy to land properly so there for crashing into the ground. The skin, the skin that wasn't burned, broke easily under pressure. This possibly could have shown that he was not built nor trained for any battles at all. In fact he was very weaker then even Lillith was.