Asael watched the doors that the Vampire had disappeared into with flat gray eyes, glancing to the side when the Fiend brought down a heavy fist on the sturdy doors. Each hit was harder than the last, and he knew that if he let it go on, the doors would crumble easily under his strength, and then the inn would be flooded with powerful aphrodisiacs.
He stepped forward and caught the Demon by his overcoat, warping them away from the inn. He let go as soon as his feet touched solid ground, putting distance between them.
He stared at the Fiend, his pupils were fine pinpoints in his searing purple eyes. "You're angry," He noted blandly.
Wrath and Chaos factions were so finely divided that a Fiend with both blood running through them was a rarity. For a Wrath faction Demon, he had yet to see the Demon truly angry, even when he found out that his father had arranged to have him killed.
