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[color=a0410d]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=a0410d]Location:[/color] Between the River Fairy Kingdom and Roshmi City
[color=a0410d]Interactions:[/color][@FunnyGuy] Umber

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[center][color=a0410d][h3]Week Summary[/h3][/color][/center]

On the dreaded flight back in the Amora, Azriel found solace in becoming more acquainted with Jack. It was a good way for her to distract herself from being confined in the flying contraption. His love for killing and death was lovely, however there was an insanity there that she wasn't entirely fond of. At the end of the day, she decided she could tolerate Jack's company which was a very rare thing.

She was eager to get back to hunting other humans, now curious as to what they were like. Umber told her of the human named Elsea and the emotions he felt from her. At first, Azriel felt a twinge of jealousy over it. She got over that quickly, or she at least tried to force herself to get over it. So she promised him that they would find her so he could play with her all he wanted, warp her into something new.

She enjoyed torturing the fairies, but there was a part of her that wished there were some elves as well to torture. Her hatred for the race was unlike any other. She hated their arrogance, how they thought they were so much better than any of the other races and she liked to put them in their place. She loved proving to them that they were no better than anyone else. So she held out hope that they would come across elves to torture in their hunt.

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[center][color=a0410d][h3]Present[/h3][/color][/center]

Azriel slowly circled around the group of fairies, eyeing them and listening for any pleading coming from them. Some looked at here with pure terror and tears in their eyes while others looked at her with hatred. Those were the ones she grinned at in a strangely happy way. She silently dared them to try and do something just so she could act. She was itching to spill some more blood even though the last few days had been filled with it.

She was disappointed that none of them had seen any of the traitors, but what frustrated her more was the ones who tried to lie about seeing them. How dare they lie to them about such things! Did they truly think that lying would protect them? Those were the ones that died terribly by her hands. Slow, painful deaths that caused others watching to wretch.

Umber began to rip the wings off of the fairy and it caused some in the audience to begin screaming and crying in terror. The sound irritated Azriel, not being fond of the loud noise, and she sent a feather slicing into the throat of one of the women who were screaming. [color=a0410d]"Silence your screaming or I will do the silencing for you!"[/color] She shouted at them and they quickly quieted down. She then turned her attention back to Umber.

As he was tearing the second wing off, Azriel was hit with a small rock and she whirled around to see a young child was the culprit. Her face was devoid of emotion as she made her way over to the defiant looking boy. As she began grabbing him, his mother began pleading for forgiveness and to take her instead. A wicked grin crossed her face as she locked eyes with the woman. [color=a0410d]"Do you hear that, Umber? You have a volunteer!"[/color] She said as she gestured to the woman who now looked horrified and the little boy was beginning to apologize for his actions as he realized his mother was in trouble. Azriel ignored him, tossing him aside as she grabbed the woman and began dragging her towards Umber.