For once, the perverted idiot witch eater was silent. An almost unnatural silence. Anyone that knew him well enough would be unsettled by the way he acted this evening. Even his eyes seemed to lack their usual devilish spark. And he wasn't bothering to use a glamour of any sort either. In fact, if one could taste senses, they would taste something bitter and not very human, though anger and irritation might be close seconds to the feelings.

Remiel was not pleased.

And he had, once again, let himself go much too long without feeding. Thus he was weaker than he would have liked to be. Especially when he had to deal with a....certain problem.

The witch eater ground his teeth together, eyes feral and slitted similar to a felines.

"I'm going to relish in your torture." He muttered. "And make sure you learn your place!" The last whisper devolved into a low growl.

Stupid, foolish pawn! Thinking they could take advantage of himself and Sariel? Hilarious! Not. Word had reached his attention. Of a certain pawn they had taken into their Sanctuary. Their protection. And yet, the b*****d thought to use them as a defense against those bloody Blackheart's while indulging himself in the killing of witch's.

Not that he and his twin weren't guilty of something similar. But not in the feral ways of this useless creature.

Thus the 'King of Hearts' was not pleased and planned on inducing so much pain and suffering. Plus, the b*****d had made Sariel cry by shouting at her.

So not getting away with any of it.

Remiel narrowed his eyes, wings unfurling. Coming to a halt within the thicker shadows, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the breath out slowly. Focusing on one string of power, placed on his pawn for tracking purposes, the witch eater tried to see how close he was.

He's around here somewhere. He thought, standing like a statue, the only thing moving about him being his long blonde hair.

I will find you.