"Hm. Thanks man." Akseli replied to the Fallen on the other side of the bar, accepting the card and downing the drink. The card was taken out of his hand and he turned to his Angel with a glare before he hears the two women's conversations.

"If I let Akseli do everything he sets his mind to, he'd have been lost long ago." Aharon adds in direction to Elisheva. "Patience is extremely important with this one, but sometimes even I must step in."

"Wait, they took your kid from you? What bullshit is that?" He asked, anger lacing his tone as he thought of the times he and his mom had to run because child services were trying to take him away. "You don't fucking take someone's kid, Aharon, what the hell?"

"I knew nothing of this developement. No announcement was let out and no other Seraphim I am in contact with knew of this. If this is what has happened, then Michael or Gabriel kept it from us." He didn't let it show just how much that bothered him, keeping his face blank as a fresh canvas.


He still kept his distance. But having moved in front of Akseli when be took the card, it was quite difficult. He looked Sera in the eye. "Seperation of one's family is something I wish on no one, and I'm sorry I can do nothing to remedy this."

"'Bout as sorry as taking the card." Akseli mumbled, ignoring the glare shot in his direction. He motioned to Mercator to subtly hand him another card, smirk back in place.