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As she was walking towards the changing room, out of the corner of her eye Nu noticed something through the window of the shop. The neighboring bar had a big, crooked and seemingly old wooden sign. "Nancy's Harbour Cafe" it said, but it didn't sound familiar. Ignoring it for now, the lady entered the room and dropped the sheet, looking over her naked body. "Yep... it seems like everything is healed. I'm surprised I saved up enough magic. My piercings melted though..." Her tattoos were permanent though - A large crescent moon that curves underneath her navel, in golden ink. Her last name just above her left breast in golden calligraphic font, directly over her heart. And the one she got against her will that she hides - a simple, blank pentagram tattooed on her neck in red ink, on the front. "Oh well." Sylvie pulled her new, cute panties up, sliding them through her long, slim legs. She hooked up her bra and began putting on the dress while humming happily.

All the while the boys were alone. There was silence between them for the past two minutes, and the one who broke the ice was the old man. "I recognize the way you eagerly swallow your saliva. Your mouth is dry as a desert and you're starving for a bottle of, hmmm, whisky maybe?" He chuckled and pointed towards the neighboring bar, after which he quietly sang a creepy-sounding tune.

"I know of a tavern, not far from here
Where you can get some mighty fine beer
The company's true and the wenches are pretty
It's the greatest damn place in the whole of the city
If you're looking for crewmates, you'll sure find 'em there
Cutthroats and lowlifes and worse I should dare
Ol' Nancy don't care who comes to her inn
It's a den of debauchery, violence and sin"

Before he could get any reaction, Nu had jumped out cheerfully, doing a twirl to show off her new look. It was indeed as the gramps stated. The brown-grayish color suited her perfectly, the skirt was very elegant and in the middle was a stylish black belt. The part that stuck out the most was her chest. With clothes on, her rack seemed even larger, especially with that cleavage sticking out. Nu went from pretty to drop-dead gorgeous. "Well, what do you think~?"

He crossed his arms waiting patiently, Azrael didn't notice her figure that much since he was being a gentleman earlier. All he knew was that she had a very pretty face, he had no idea that she had piercings though, which he didn't mind in the least. She had a pretty voice as well, he could hear her humming through the silence that was being created between the two as Azrael thought. He looked over his figure, did he even look good? Surely he was strapping, but you wouldn't be able to see how perfectly he had carved his body over the years of training, his clothes made it seem that he was only of average strength. It was statuesque to say the least, the make of the gods, all because he trained his butt of since day one.

He turned his attention to the old man as he spoke up, he nodded to his statement, "Nah...I drink beer, but I definitely could go for a drink". Azrael had been in quite a few bars in his time, and a lot of them were for a lead on a contract. So, let's just say that a lot of them haven't ended pleasantly, he had heard all of the bells and whistles of bars, and rumors of the worst. When the man started singing Azrael slowly looked out the window as his eyes widened, thinking, 'Oh shit...', he recognized the name of that bar, and the tune. More than half of the regulars and people who showed up were supernatural, this wasn't good, well it might not be good, hopefully none of them recognize him, and he might have a bar-fight on his hands if he doesn't approach this right...but....DRINK!

Before he could ask the old man if the name was, "Nancy's Harbour Cafe", Sylvie came out of the dressing room, and Azrael straightened up. What he was about to witness in the few milliseconds of him turning his head, would probably be the most perfect girl he had ever seen in his years of living. If he blushed before, now his face would light up a bright red, and he would question himself, 'Did I....Save someone like her?!', it must have been a dream. He had dealt with many types of monsters that used seductive charms to try and break him, but this, this was just pure untouched beauty.

The moment his eyes met her, his jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, she had a perfect hourglass figure, and it took him a few seconds to pull his eyes away from her bountiful chest. He quickly tried to correct himself, standing up straight, clearing his throat and looking her in the eyes. His heart was racing right now, and he knew it, but he had to act like a gentleman. "Sylvietta, I.....Words cannot describe the beauty I'm witnessing....and I'm not over exaggerating...", he said whole heartedly, he was trying to make her understand his compliment, he didn't mean it in any way but the truth. Though he was just a little more flustered about it than he normally would be.

Was happy just seeing Azrael's facial expressions. They told her everything she needed to know, but when he complimented her she felt a wave of emotions go through her head. A mix of happiness and embarrassment caused her to cover her face, hiding her cheeks that resembled tomatoes in color. If she had a tail like a dog, it would be waving around restlessly. "Ah. Thank you very munch-" Her eyes widened when she bit her tongue, adding up to the uneasiness of the situation. She fluttered around cutely, which made the old man laugh whole-heartedly. "Wahahaha! That'll be 500 euro, my son! And please make sure you come back to buy a suit for yourself!" He patted the hunter on the back and congratulated the lady for the fine purchase.

"That's a really nice man, don't you agree? He was almost acting as if you were a son of his. I really wish I could visit him more often." Sylvie commented when they exited the store. Her memory came back when she read the sign again. "Oh! Harbour. We must be in Reinheim. The sea has to be just a few more miles to the north." She had studied about the small towns and seas of Germany in Middle School during geography classes. She was interested but never got to see the towns with her own eyes, until now.

Nu seemed very oblivious. Azrael might have heard rumors about supernatural beings gathering in the bar in front of them, but the girl hasn't. But that shouldn't matter. She is able to detect magical energy, yet she couldn't sense anything. As soon as she went through the door, all the people inside turned their heads to her simultaneously... Silence... It was then Azrael showed up, standing next to Nu... "THE GENTLEMEN!" Everyone shouted at the same time, along with a revolver gunshot! Without warning two crippled old men began playing an accordion and violin solo! As soon as they did, the old ladies began dancing with a few bearded men. Laughs, music and tons of alcohol were being passed around. It all came to a pause when the waitress appeared... A pale-skinned women, maybe in her 30's, dressed up in a maid uniform, and brown hair tied in a ponytail, stepped forward. Suddenly a similar, creepy tune as before started playing.

"So come take a drink and drown your sorrows
And all of our fears will be gone till tomorrow
We'll have no regrets and live for the day
In Nancy's Harbour Cafe."

Azrael blushed and looked away, but he looked back again, she looked to cute for him not to look at her. He nodded at her thanks, and smiled a bit as she, fluttered about, she was too adorable. The old man started to laugh, and Azrael pulled out his wallet to pay the man, the price of course was nothing. He gave him an extra 500, for quality service, at his comment, he remembered what he had said about his attire and Azrael's eyebrows furrowed, "Maybe....", it wasn't a promise but he might actually buy something, show Sylvietta what he looked like when he was dressed normally.

He nodded to her saying the man was nice, but then looked at her with a grumpy look when she said he looked like he was treating him like his son. The streets were pretty empty of course, it was night time here in Europe. He wasn't taught much about geography, but he could tell you all about anatomy, he knew many things about the human body, and the supernaturals.

Azrael followed her and he could tell she was heading for the bar, before she entered he said, "Uh...", he was about to tell her something, but he couldn't. He quickly stepped inside with her, a girl that was alone, that looked as good as her in a bar full of drunk men didn't sound like a good idea. It was strange how he heard silence as she walked in, and suddenly, when he walked in they began shouting. He saw it all in slow motion, immediately identifying where the Revolver was before it was fired, it wasn't aimed at him so he didn't flinch. He raised his eyebrow when the yelled, how strange, this was an exciting bar to say the least. The music and mood made him feel like he was in a really old fashion bar. Which probably would be understandable, this place did look pretty old, looked like decent patrons as well, but he could spot some shifty looking characters as well.

He stepped closer to Sylvietta, trying to display his dominance to the other men, he leaned down to whisper into her ear. "If anyone asks, I'm your boyfriend, and we are just passing through...", he was very cautious about this. Azrael didn't mean anything by this of course, he just wanted to make sure she was safe. That's when he grabbed her gently by the wrist and guided her over to the bar, making sure to sit where there was some clear spots. He waited for someone to come and serve them.

The creepy music was definitely more than unsettling, he was calculating in his head how many supernatural there were in this bar. Too many was the answer, and a large variety as well, all of them looked human of course. It didn't matter to him as long as they didn't do anything, he would get his drink, talk to Sylvie and be on his merry way.

Nu walked next to the hunter, making their way to the counter. The maid smirked while staring at the blonde beauty. She stood motionless with the drinks in her hand, keeping an eye on Nu until she passed by. The bartender walked up to them expressionless. He was a tall, bald, fat man, resembling a bear. He casts a shadow over everyone close to him, standing tall at at least 2 meters. "What would you like for today? Mrs. Arya and..." He paused, looking over Azrael from head to toe, and twitching a lip in disgust. "and Mr. 16th Century." Sylvie expected a furious reaction, so in order to prevent it she wrapped both arms around one of Azrael's and kept close to him. "I'd like a glass of vodka, please." She smiled at the bartender, making her order. "As you wish Mrs. And a bottle of rum for your pirate boyfriend?" He kept insulting the hunter. This was nothing personal really. The bartender simply wanted to prove his dominance. He could tell Azrael was an alpha male just like him.

"Paaaul, don't start another brawl, okay?" The maid warned the bartender named Paul while she was serving. Her voice sounded less feminine than her looks. In the background was the sound of the violin again, quietly playing a gentle ballad.

Azrael noticed the maid eying Sylvie, 'Pale skin? Possibly a vampire, but it could be something else much weaker...heh, that would be a field-day...', he noted in his head. He sat down with Sylvie and watched as the large man lumbered their way. Before he even spoke Azrael could tell this was a guy who picked fights, but his height didn't scare him, Azrael was only a few centimeters shorter, he was probably a hundred kilos higher than him though, but weight did not equal strength. His job requires him to fight werewolves, and he's killed one unarmed, so when this guy was about to talk rough to him, he would get angry, because he knew he could beat him.

He sat there when he asked what Sylvie wanted, when his eyes lingered over to Azrael, and his lip twitched in disgust he immediately retaliated by furrowing his eyebrows. This was not good, Azrael was angry, and it wasn't a playful anger, this was pure hate, you could see it in his eyes. At first glance he looked like an angry person, but now, he looked like he was about to dispense retribution for the murder of a beloved family member. He knew that Sylvie was trying to calm him down, by wrapping her arms around one of his, but Azrael didn't say anything. Remaining silent is what he usually did when he was angry, then all it took is one push and he would probably end up killing someone, it was a true terror to behold. On another note, since she tightly wrapped her arms around his, and the fact that all of his muscles were tensed up right now, she would be able to feel his rock hard physique, the hidden sculpture underneath the 'pirate clothes'.

Azrael liked how she ordered a Russian beverage, he loved their history, plus most of the supernatural were understanding there, more laid back. He took the next pestering as he stared into the bartenders eyes, depending on which side she was sitting on, she would be able to see that there was a red soft glow coming from underneath his eye-patch, it wasn't seeing very much physically, but rather magically, most couldn't see it. At the bartender's question he replied, "Beer", in a very deep and angry tone, not breaking eye contact with the bartender until he looked away. Then Azrael looked down at the table, and waited for his drink, you could see that his fist was clenched.

He heard the maid call out to the large man, and Azrael thought to himself, 'Yeah, especially one that you can't win...', if only they knew who he was, they would run in fear. The background music helped him to calm down a little as he looked down at the counter in front of him, but what helped him the most was Sylvie, he could feel her soft arms on him, and...well he wasn't going to concentrate on that, but it was helping him take his mind of things.

"Ooohhhh~ Little lady knows whats up." An older woman praised Nu for her choice. "Paul, give me a vodka. A strong one." The giant bartender worked quickly, sipping out of multiple bottles at once and throwing full bottles in the air, which the customers caught with ease. Paul seemed like a workaholic and it was obvious he was working his butt off to help the maid out, seeing as she was the only waitress around. When he turned to the older woman, he took out a cologne and... poured it into a glass, which he gave to the woman. That certainly sounds like a strong vodka.

Unexpectedly two glasses were glided with incredible speed towards the couple! Sylvie reacted instantly, using telekenesis to stop the movement of her glass because her human reflexes wouldn't have been fast enough. Azrael on the other hand had a sharp eye and could easily catch his glass If he wanted. Looking down at the glass - "Ohh~ Vodkaaa!" Paul finally showed a smile. "Vodka and a beer! Its on the house! I really like your boyfriend!" He laughed heavily and walked up to the eyepatched hunter again. "I wanna fight you someday." He sent out the challenge and added another insulting 'Yarr!' at the end.

"As long as its a friendly fight, I'll allow it." Nu stepped between the hustled men once more, acting as the adviser for her 'boyfriend'. Really, If she wasn't there who knew what chaos might have broken out. "But right now, I think its time I properly introduced myself, don't you think... Azrael?"

Azrael heard the other customers asking for drinks, he saw that the man was working at a very fast pace, and all of the people that were thrown bottles caught it easily, which worried him. The good news was, none of these people seemed to really do much harm to the general public, the man only made insults, regular humans would do worse.

For Azrael, it wasn't very unexpected, after Sylvie had retrieved her glass he reached his hand out, to have it in the exact place of where his beverage was going to land. He hadn't even moved, he had remained perfectly still since he started to stare at the table, his eyes didn't leave the spot they were looking at, you could say he was trying to stare a hole into it. Azrael lifted his glass up to take a sip, finally relaxing a bit. It all was for nothing when the man returned, he told him that he wanted to fight someday, that could be possible, but not here. The whole pirate thing partially confused him, did he really look like a pirate?

He let Sylvietta speak, but he didn't really think it would be much of a 'friendly fight', it sounded like what any girlfriend would say anyways. Azrael would keep his composure if she wasn't hear, he allowed them to start something if they wanted to, he was never the first to attack. When she asked him to introduce himself, he slowly stood up and spoke, not yelling but decently loud so most could hear, "I am...Azrael...", he laid down the old church seal, that most of the supernatural should know that they were safe, and would be MUCH more accepting to him than throwing him out, some might even respect him, some might have slight hatred towards him, not enough to throw him out though. He wasn't finished introducing himself, but when he spoke his name, all that could hear turned their head to look at him, and even more when they heard the metal seal thump on the table.

Azrael looked up at the bartender, "The Archangel of Death and Retribution....It's a pleasure to be served by you...", by now the entire bar was silent. He picked up his seal and put it back in his pocket, his title was one of the most well-known of any of the hunters, how could it not be? Such a talented hunter, that had not even progressed to his full potential, in a few years almost all estimated he would be the best. It was rather daring to introduce himself as a hunter, but he estimated that most knew that there was something odd about him, and he was human...at least human in his aura, which was much more vast than a regular humans, although he was suppressing it currently.

"Madre de Dios!" A Spanish customer jumped out of his seat when he heard the name. He recognized the name and seal instantly, dumbfounded that the prodigy hunter was among them. "What are you doing here?" He spoke with an obvious accent. "Is The Organization coming for us?"

The maid patted the panicked foreigner on the shoulder and smiled warmly. "Don't worry Alberto. This bar will be safe forever." After the soothing words she walked over to the mysterious man, curious on her own. "So what drove a son of the old church, legend and potential historical figure such as yourself to my lovely bar? Rather, why did you visit the town in the east with the burning witch?" This waitress seemed to know too much to be an ordinary person.

Nu looked around. Groups on each table raised their glasses and whispered "A toast for the hunter.", while others were utterly confused as to who this Archangel of Death and Retribution was. Nevertheless, she stood silent and listened to his story.

Azrael didn't react to the man with the funny accent, he simply sat there and continued to drink, but when he mentioned the organization, he spoke up. "If you knew anything about me, The Orginazation and I are not on pleasant terms, besides there is no reason to judge the innocent", he said becore taking another drink. This should help to calm the public down if they thought they were busted.

He watched as the maid reassured the foreigner about the bar. It wasn't a surprise when she asked for his story. He didn't really want to tell what he was here for to the public, but he was going to tell Nu about himself later after this drink. "I'm here to assist with the cause of the epidemic., some say witches caused it, which is why there is a hunt on all of them, but I deemed this witch innocent. I only came across her by chance ", he said he turned his head to Nu and looked at her.

Although he declared Nu a witch, no one seemed phased. "I see." The maid continued with her orders and the couple were left alone once more. It wasn't so much that everyone lost interest, but they wanted to respect their privacy so they turned their heads away and continued to ramble about their original topics. Men complaining about their wives, cheers for football teams and drunken songs accompanied by the accurate violin playing. The mood quickly reverted to its earlier fun state. The heavy noise could mute Sylvie's soft voice. Wasn't it strange how these people were always in sync? As if they're long-term customers of the bar.

Seeing as things calmed down, the maiden finally spoke. "I guess its my turn now. Though my story isn't all that interesting. 4 years ago, during my 18th birthday I was very lonely since my parents lived in England. During the night I saw sparkling light waving around in my room. It had no voice but inside my head I could hear its offer. I could sell my soul for one wish... any wish..." She took a sip from her glass and smirked with sympathy for her own stupidity. "Without thinking much, I greedily wished for immortality. And it was given to me. The light glowed dark red. My vision turned off and it felt like my limbs were missing. When I woke up on the other morning... I felt the same... but I had this." She turned to face Azrael, then looked up at the ceiling. On the front of her neck was a simple pentagram with red ink.

"As the days passed, all the knowledge of my new self just appeared in my mind. I had... demonic powers." Her face became softer, avoiding Azrael's glare. Her glass suddenly levitated - "Telekenesis, lifeleech, Demonic Contract and biothermal control. I could have used these to defeat the guards that you knocked out, but that would mean taking their lives. In the end I just stood there tied to the post around the fire. After a day my magical energy ran out and I couldn't control the temperature of my body so I began to burn..."

He knew that they wouldn't react harshly when he called her a witch, he wouldn't have said she was if he knew they would. Glad that the maid had left him alone, seeing that his explanation was good enough, although they would be curious, who wouldn't? Azrael let out a sigh as everyone returned to their normal rituals that they do every night at the bar, he lifted his glass and finished his beer, he thought he might need another, actually quite a few more. Everyone was in sync, not just in the bar, in life in general, people worked like a hive, they just didn't know it, they forget because each is unique and has individualistic qualities, Azrael didn't involve himself with people so he could see this easily.

Sylvie spoke up and he immediately turned his full attention to her, although he was already staring at her, his head was somewhere else. He smirked a little when she said it wasn't going to be interesting, he mumbled, "Doubt it...", as she began to speak. Unfortunately he had heard this story too many times. You would think, 'sparkling lights were fairies, right?', yeah that would be great, if he could find the demon she was contracted to he could actually figure out how to give her soul back, but that would cause the entire demonic council to be breathing down his neck as well, they already have a special place for him in hell, though it isn't what people would think it was, not much pain and suffering, but that's a story for later. When she displayed her neck he immediately moved his hand in, placing three fingers on her soft flesh gently, only for about a second before retracting his hand, he thought nothing of it, his face looked serious, and quizzical like he was thinking.

He nodded as she explained that she had gained demonic powers over the days, it was normal for this to happen. Azrael could see that she had to concentrate to use her telekinesis. That's when she said one of her spells that Azrael's expression turned to anger, and it was directed towards Nu. The rest of her story didn't even pass through his ears, everything was quiet for him, he was staring at her intensely with judgmental and calculating eyes. "Did you say...'Lifeleech?'....", he spoke angrily, the look was certainly terrifying to say the least. What was going through Azrael mind was, 'So she acted like a cute and bubbly girl just for this?', It would explain a lot, she asked all those questions back in the clothing store. Lifeleech, out of all of the messed up spells out there she had to have that, he knew what kind of Lifeleech she could use as well, due to his short synopsis by touching the pentagram. he calmed down a bit though and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry....Just...Explain yourself....", he said pinching the skin in between his eyebrows.

Nu kept her head held low. Her bangs covered her teary eyes from the scary tone of her follower. Sylvie wanted their relationship to stay on the good side forever, but she knew she has to be honest with him in order to truly earn his trust, or otherwise distrust. The girl kept talking despite the emotional stress, keeping a steady voice. "Telekenesis was helpful for house chores, and biothermal control made the winters much more enjoyable... but even though I haven't used the other powers, I still felt like a monster having them... Lifeleech. An ability that is said to make even the angels of Heaven tremble in fear. By pleasuring any man or woman I can drain their life energy and convert it into magical energy. One day's worth of magic being sucked out would leave a person exhausted and lazy. A week's worth of magic would cause headaches and illnesses. A month's worth of magic would leave person's body soulless..." Sylvie held her hands in fists, shaking from uneasiness. "Draining any more than that would swallow a person whole, leaving no trace of their existence..." Tears began flowing down her cheeks, but she didn't try to hide them. "And unless I use this, I will start aging fast and eventually turn to ash... That's why I've kept my magic usage to a minimum... and now I'm almost empty..." Sylvie raised her head and sucked the tears back in, gazing into Azrael's uncovered eye with confidence. "Do you hate me?"

You couldn't say that he wasn't upset before she began to answer him, but he could tell that she was hiding tears from him. If she was honest to him, and was truthful, he probably would forgive her, and due to her previous history he thought he was being a jerk. He nodded as she explained that she had not used this power before, what a nice girl. Azrael didn't want a bad relationship with her either, which sounded strange, like they were actually a couple.

He knew how Lifeleech worked, he saw the tears begin to flow out, and he grimaced, now he really felt like a jerk, he doesn't think he had ever made a girl cry. 'She was innocent....dammit...I made her cry....let's try to fix this...', he thought, when she raised her head he looked at her. He put a genuine smile on, something that was very rare in his case, as he reached over and held her face for a few moments, wiping away the tears that had fallen out. "Shhh....I don't hate you...How could I hate you?...I'm sorry for doubting you, it won't happen again", he kept a smile on his face for a while longer before he said. "So, you will age unless you drain someone, a days worth will leave them exhausted?", he nodded thinking of the circumstances, Azrael was no pushover, he was MUCH stronger than that of a normal human, a weeks worth would probably only make him feel exhausted for an hour.

There was only one problem, "But...You...You can't just take it from them? You have to...", he let his voice trail off he didn't know how she would feel about that, or wait, HE wouldn't feel comfortable about that. Of course he was a boy, and one half of him was saying 'YES!' the other half, 'NO!', but he knew that it probably wouldn't be possible for her to even be interested in him, I mean look at him, he has an eyepatch. Besides, Azrael wasn't like that, he barely knew her it wouldn't be right, or...He was just having a hard time, but he knew his morals. He waited patiently for an answer, from this cute, witch, which was slowly getting to him, possibly making him insane.

The maiden felt relief when the gentle smile appeared once more on the hunter's face. She stood motionless when his hands ran through her teary cheeks. Subconsciously she nuzzled her face against his hand, feeling its warmth. "Thank you... thank you very munch-" She bit her tongue again, sniffing from tears, but this time tears of joy.

Just when Azrael questioned the lifeleech, a false note was heard, followed by a hard 'thump' sound. Nu turned her head towards the floor beneath the player and noticed the violin had fallen down... along with the player's whole arm... Silence... "Ahahaha~! Jim did it again!" The crowd laughed along and the maid picked up the arm, only to attach it back to the player's shoulder. "Geez, this always happens when you play your favorite song!" She sighed before looking over at the couple and smirking. Could she actually hear them from that distance and this loud chatter?

Looking back at Azrael, the girl tried to be casual about it but her pink blush gave off her embarrassment. "I-Its the only way! I confirmed it when I kissed my best friend Emi! I felt the bridge for energy transfer being formed while we were kis-" She realized she was giving too many details and looked away, even her ears turning bright red. If it was a bold topic for the hunter before, now it would be plain indecent with that image in his mind.

After a few seconds of her nuzzling into his hands subconsciously he quickly removed them, blushing slightly. Azrael looked over at the man who had lost his arm as well, 'undead?', he thought a possibility up in his head before turning his attention back to Sylvie, he could see the amid looking at them in the corner of his eye, slightly disturbing.

He could see her blush, well this was going to be interesting, he assured himself. Her attempt to be casual was a little more than broken, his eyes widened when she said she kissed her best friend. 'Wait....Emi....That's a girls name!', he thought to himself, his face blushed intensely at this, the thought of Sylvie and a girl, doing things, kissing, a bit much. He shook his head 'this was not the time or place to be doing this, keep it together man!', he was having a small internal war of the situation at hand. His face light up a dark red, and he stood up, threw down some money, a lot, and he said, "One bottle of vodka!", which the bartender reacted quickly, taking up the load of cash, and giving him the bottle, mocking him with laughs the whole-time. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out, they needed to have a talk, not here though, 'AND I DO NOT MEAN ANYTHING, BY IT!' He assured himself.

Azrael guided his witch friend out of the bar and outside, walking a bit before stopping and turning to address her. "You kissed a girl!", he kept his voice down in a fake yell. You could tell this was a little to much for the hunter to handle. "We HAVE to kiss?!", he said raising his arms up, but you could see his face becoming very red at this point, steam was coming off of him from being in the chill night air, he was generally a warm person, and didn't mind the cold one bit, but now he was a furnace. Plus, he was asking the question as if they were actually going to kiss, which in turn, made him feel ashamed of himself, and he expecting her to react harshly.

"Eek!" Sylvie reacted astonished when the hunter suddenly grabbed a whole bottle of vodka and dragged her out of there. While being carried out, she looked back and extended her arm, eagerly trying to reach the counter with her unfinished glass of vodka that kept fading away from her vision. Right beside it were the maid and Paul leaning on each other, watching and smirking at the weird couple that exited the bar. "Come again~!"

"I-I-I-It was a friendly kiss! She was drunk and kept pestering me about it so I took the opportunity and gave her my first ki-" Nu felt steam shoot out of her ears like a pot of tea overheating over a stove when she gave even more unnecessary details. Girls were sensitive when speaking about such topics, but this girl wanted to clear up the misunderstandings, yet she only caused more. "And what do you mean we have to kiss?" All of the sudden she became furious! She stepped close to him and leaned over to his face angrily. "And first of all, why wouldn't you want to kiss me? Am I really that gross?" She pouted but then froze in shock when she noticed the small distance between their faces...

Azrael did not reply to the two who told them that they were welcome to come again. He didn't mean to pull her away from her vodka, but he had an entire bottle, which hopefully would be used rationally, it's a good thing he can't get drunk. They would most likely be back if they stayed here another night, but that was unlikely they needed to get going once morning came. He was going to find a hotel after he sorted out matters with Sylvie.

"Friendly?!", he said, "First?!", he was absolutely, burning at this point, and he could see that she was as well, 'so she was in to both?', at least that is what he thought now. Azrael was sensitive about this topic in particular, mainly because he wasn't used to it, apart from hunting he had no social life. That's when he saw her expression change, yeah, it was coming, she asked him the question he thought she would and leaned in closer to him. A bad move, Azrael's heart stopped beating for a few moments, he had to open his mouth slightly so he could breath better. Then she asked why he wouldn't want to kiss her.....BUT THAT WOULD IMPLY SHE CARED?!, "I could kiss you right now if I wanted to!"...Azrael replied to her angry comment.

He realized that they were only mere centimeters away from each other, she needed to get some magical energy. Azrael didn't want her to age rapidly, so being the risk taking hunter he was, he decided now would be the best chance as any. He leaned his head in and kissed her, while bringing his hands to her waist, not embracing her in fear that she would act harshly. The instant their lips met Sylvie could feel his spiritual energy. It was MASSIVE to say the least, his aura was not hidden behind his suppression technique, her ability bypassed that. His aura shined a heavenly light, practically blinding, and it was all around him. As if knowing what to do, Azrael had created energy, He was actually generating separate energy from his own, she wouldn't take away any years from him by gathering this energy, though it would make him tired afterwards.

Meanwhile, Azrael prayed to god in his head, hoping she wouldn't react negatively, he even put in a bit of passion in his kiss.

"I could kiss you right now" After those words Sylvie stopped listening, her eyes frozen on his face, gently gazing into them, almost invitingly. She showed no reaction when the hunter closed up the distance between them. The girl simply closed her eyes shut and locked lips with the man, sharing their first kiss. As soon as she did, she could feel the metaphorical bridge being built and steadily transferring small amounts of energy in 'packages', at least that's how she could have explained it. There was no way for a mere kiss to finish the job, seeing as there was much more energy left to spare.

But none of that mattered to Nu right now. Her arms softly wrapped around Azrael's back and she lovingly kissed him back, brushing lips and smooching. It was then when the girl used her past experience to work on her first kiss with someone from the opposite gender - Her tongue slipped out of her lips and entered his mouth only to meet with his own tongue. They began exchanging saliva, wrestling each other and dancing around aggressively, causing a bit of drool to glide down Z's chin. "Mmphh~..."

Azrael could feel the energy being transferred to her, he himself could feel her own aura growing. This was the first time he had ever kissed someone, to be honest, he was glad it was with her, even though they were mere strangers a few hours ago. At first he hoped she would be able to get enough energy, but then the fact that he was doing it just for that faded away.

He felt her arms wrap around his back as she kissed back, that let him know that she liked it, so his hands slowly went up her back to hug her closer to him. The soft feel of her lips was amazing, he loved every bit of it, he moved his lips away for only a second to sigh deeply letting out a very hot breath of air, only to come back for more. Azrael was a bit surprised when she went in more aggressively, for a first kiss this was definitely a long one. He could feel her tongue meet his and he immediately began attacking hers after a few seconds, taking charge of the situation, for a rookie he caught on pretty fast. Her saliva tasted sweet to him, maybe it was a witch thing, but it felt like it had an addictive quality to it, leaving him wanting more. Drool ran down his chin, it was messy....some reason he liked that, a lot.

After a few more moments of their mouths passionate embrace, he parted their lips and breathed heavily for a few moments before he spoke up. "Hey...uh...Maybe we shouldn't do this here...", he suggested, they were in the middle of a village at night, and were kissing each other, it would be quite a sight for the random passerby. He did not at all mean that he wanted to stop, it felt good, but he thought it would be best to find a hotel or something for some privacy. That being said though, he wouldn't let himself go to far, he would never be able to get passed his morals on that one, maybe if he got to know her more, but it was more than a possibility in the future.