Aimee just sighed lightly.

". . . thank you, Gabriel." She said, her voice quiet, but sincere.

"thank you so much. I don't want to lose him if I can avoid it." She admitted before there was a knock on teh door before a redhead poked her head in, her stormy blue eyes probably catching Zeke off guard.

"Hi, I..." She started before sighing and stepping into the room properly.

"I apologise for interrupting." She said before pausing to collect her thoughts.

"Hazel?" Aimee asked.

"What brings you here...?" Hazel looked to Aimee before sighing.

"Because of ... well... him." The redhead answered honestly, motioning to ... either of the archangels. Gabriel was by Uriel, so it was hard to tell which it was she was meaning, specifically.

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"The marked one." Hazel answered before looking to Gabriel.

". . . . that's a very blunt way to put it." She commented.

"but yes. Yes I am." She answered with a nod.

"I have no been classified as the human I was born as for a very long time." She added, sighing.

"However, Zeke, your father has been marked. I don't know what the hell is going on, but that's Roxie, Ilias, Ash and now this one here." She said, addressing the nephilim.

"Do with that what you will. I felt the marking, and had to c heck. Can see it clear as day on his wrist."

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Hazel was silent for a moment before looking toward Gabriel.

"I can." She confirmed with a nod.

"It's ahand print. I think whatever it is, was intentional." She added with a light sigh.

"Looks feminine, delicate." She added.

"Not... sure who it belongs to though..." she admitted before shaking her head.

"and I can literally see mana." She finished with before pausing, looking toward Zeke.

"I am." She told him honestly.

"But... I'm the only one who can see the markings, and ... well, I'd rather be useful, over being useless."

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"It is quite handy, but not a curse I would qish on anyone else." Hazel commented.

"I'm not sure where he could have goten it either." She added. Aimee just siwghed.

"And we have no idea how recent it ihas to be." The necromancer commented after a few seconds.

"There... was ..." She paused, looking to Zeke.

"..... Erica. We recently encounterd her having her shoulder relocated."

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"Thank you again, Gabriel." Aimee said, gratitude in her voice.

"Erica though...? That... I'm going to go find her. The mana from the print didn't look.... Quite? Like hers." Hazel then said before leaving the room. No one had a chance to say or do anything before she was gone.

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Aimee was silent before sighing, heavily

"I don't know." She answered honestly.

"I'm reasonably certain that had he not been stopped.... Yuri would have honestly killed me." She added before sighing again and meeting her sons gaze.

"I'll be better once we find out if this was, in fact, due to thag handprint that Hazel saw."

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"I am sure you can see where I am coming from here" Erica commented.

"My concern is valid, and we should not be allowing others in or out of the building for the time being." She added.

"Unless you know what it is that is going on?"

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Erica just sighed lightly.

"I know it is far from ideal." She commented.

"But sadly, I do believe this is something we nee---" She started, but was cut off by a ruckus beyond the door. Before anyone could do anything, the door opened and Hazel walked in. Quickly, before closing the door. She was about to say something before looking at Erica and freezing.

"It is you...." She said quietly. Erica just cursed lightly, barely audibly.

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"No reason." Erica answered before sighing and looking to Hal.

"All right, fuck this." She stated as she took her sweater off, revealing her arm.... which had no effect. Before Hal could realise it though, he found Erica already walking around the desk to him.

"I am done dancing this delicate dance." She stated before reaching out and grabbing his wrist. The contract was brief, but long enough that he felt a twinge of something there. A feeling that lingered after she'd let go.

"Tell me, Sharp." She started, turning to walk away from him and over to Hazel.

"Who are you? What kind of being is at your core?" She asked, sounding very much not like one might expect from her.

Hazel dodge Erica's hand reaching for her throat, but not entirely. Erica managed to snatch the long red hair that she had.

"Are you a being who likes to order people around, as you do?" Erica continued as she yanked on Hazel's hair, causing the redhead to land on her ass.

"Or are you a being who likes to receive orders?" She then asked as she laid a hand atop Hazels head, as it was the easiest place to for the moment.

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"Exactly." was all Erica said before looking to Hazel, who looked ready to tear herself in half at the moment due to everything going through her head.

"Receive orders.... so a wish is not required." She then said, thinking about it.

"You and this one here are very similar, you know?" She asked with a laugh, a dark laugh aws Hazel started to try and make her way to the door. Erica juwst looked back to her and rolled her eyes.

"Sit your ass down." She barked the order, and Hazel froze before doing as she was told. No argument, no nothing. Erica, meanwhile, made her way to the door.

"Now, make yourself useful. " She started, looking between the pair.

"You," she addressed Hazel, "do not fight. Do not move, fight, resist... nothing. Let whatever he does to you, happen." Hazel just nodded and she turned her attention to Hal.

"And you... I wish for you to remove this toy from existence by whatever means you wish to use."

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