[i][center]Flashback, First Meeting[/center][/i]
The sound of a fist meeting a rib and cracking is the first thing that registers to Aharon as he is swept off to his newest charge. Shaking off the slight disorientation at being forcibly moved- he was not warned of a relocation this time- Aharon relaxed and excepted the information on the young man he was to help; [i]Akseli, a derivative of the Hebrew name Axel, meaning Father of Peace.[/i]

	"A strong Jewish name for a strong Jewish child," He looked into the alley where fist met flesh once more. "...if not an accurate name." He added. This boy certainly didn't want peace with the man he'd just left bleeding on the grimy ground of the alleyway. With a tilt of the head, Aharon began to follow the young man at a distance, winding through the city's darkening streets until they got quieter and they came upon a broken down house of worship. He watched the young man go in and gave himself a moment to think. He could already tell this boy would be a tough one; not yet old enough to drink away his sorrows and the boy's shadow is darker than many twice his age that Aharon has had to deal with. Taking an unneeded breath, the Seraphim opened the creaking door, raising his hand just in time to catch the bat directed at his head.

	"You used a great force behind that swing, young one, it could have killed a lesser being." He always did like to get straight to the point, honesty and patience did wonderfully balanced together.

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	Akseli quickly retreated into the shadows of the Shul as the man made his voice known, eyes narrowed and muscles coiled tight, ready to attack. His Magen David clicked against the button of his jacket and he slipped it under his shirt to silence it.

	"I tend not to be soft on people who followed me for an hour and a half." He spoke up, letting the empty building carry his voice and hide his location. Never the less, the man seemed to stare straight through the shadows and discern his figure out of the objects surrounding him.

	"So you noticed me?" The man asked with a sincere smile. "Good for you."

	"Gee, thanks." Akseli replied sarcastically, unnerved by the mans eyes finding him wherever he moved. "Glad I could impress someone who's not a 'lesser being'."

	"You should be." The man replied, sitting on the dusty ground and watching Akseli pace like a cornered animal. "Though I admit humans impress me much more than they do many of my brothers and sisters, your ability to notice me following you so quickly is something to be commended." He watched, expression static as Akseli paused and mouthed [i]'humans?'[/i]. "Seraphim are not easily spotted if they do not wish to be; to be fair, I was following you for 2 and a half hours so it still took you some time."

	"2 and hal-?! Seraphi- what the hell are you talking about?!" He demanded, throwing a piece of debris at the man lounging so casually on the ground. Said man merely caught the offending object and set it to the side.

	"Hello Akseli, age 20, Jewish ancestry and sufferer of the Sin of Wrath; I am Aharon, a Seraphim Angel of the Lord, and I'm here to be your conscience as you seem to have a bit of trouble listening to the one you have as of current."