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It was a rather strange concept to finally think that he had found a home within Evermore City, or at least, he was surprised that his residency had even lasted this long without feeling the need to run again. His protection spells had seemed to work wonders for the time being; he hadn’t even got a whiff of Christian or his men anywhere near the walls of Evermore, yet Abraham wasn’t optimistic that this would last forever - it was only a matter of time. He kept in contact with his family who resided in Budapest, Hungary every day; it was mainly for their benefit, he might be classed as a Mummy’s boy, but in reality, he knew he could go quite some time without reaching out. They seemed happy that he was finally settling as they knew too well that he was never truly comfortable in the coven back at home; and more often than not, he had to constantly tell them that he was not ready for guests - even though he was partial to portals and heading home for a good Sunday night dinner.
Nevertheless, his choice in residing in Evermore was a good one; in fact, despite being a very anti-social, socially awkward and slightly strange man, Abraham was slowly beginning to make some forms of relationships. He wasn’t quite at the point where he would call them friends - he wouldn’t know how to behave around them if he did - but they were surely becoming people he would happily socialise with when it came to it. This was a first for him, even throughout school he didn’t have any friends, besides Luciana; his friends were truly the dark objects his family brought home but he never complained, when he was alone with his toys and artefacts, he didn’t have to worry about other beings' opinion or perspective. Yet here he was, sitting at the till of Maddox Mystics when a text chimed through, showing he had received a text from Miles - a Nephilim guard who had met him through connections that Abraham wasn’t aware about; he assumed fellow guards like Bexley.
Abe quirked a brow at the very cryptic message of wanting to meet him at Tranquil, a quiet coffee shop which resided in the quiet alleyways of the main high street - it wasn’t a shady place, but he couldn’t say he had ever seen many people go in there. “Alright then” He muttered to himself and closed up shop; although many of his most interesting customers came at night, who was he to deny an almost friend company. He grabbed his leather jacket and headed into the night, the full moon glistening down upon him; triggering a smile to play upon his lips as if he could just taste the magic soaring through his veins. It didn’t take very long to reach the centre of the city, and when he found the cafe shop, Miles hadn’t yet arrived, thus he ordered himself an Americano and took a seat towards the corner of the shop; away from the prying eye of the cashier who seemed too odd for his liking.
Miles had left his hometown explicitly to get away from the events that happened there, a thread he’s noticing is common among many people who call the city home. Ever since the destruction of the Isle, he and everyone else in the Ailward faction have come to call Evermore home themselves, slowly adjusting to a life suddenly thrust into the modern world. For Miles it hadn’t been too much of an adjustment, finding life here fairly similar to his life before, if busier. Truly to him it’s as though the passing of time and the distance had put many of the events behind him. That’s not to say that he’s completely abandoned his past of course, he remains close with his family and calls or visits pretty regularly even if they don’t know the entire truth about what he gets up to now. Considering the chaos the city has been of late, he figures they don’t really need to know. It would only worry them.
With everything else going on, he hadn’t expected his past from before the Guard to come creeping its way into his new life. He probably should have, after all things were too organized for it to turn out any other way. Since learning that the group that killed Brooke were only a very small section of a much larger organization, one that has caused a lot of heartache to many people other than himself, Miles has dedicated much of his spare time to learning more about them. Turns out they’d been following his movements since the night he got their small cell arrested and they’d been responsible for much of the misfortune surrounding him. They haven’t gone after his family yet, mostly due to the protection the Ailwards bring, but they’re growing bolder. His search had brought his attention to an abandoned old mansion on the outskirts of the city, one rumored to be haunted. Normally he wouldn’t pay a rumor like that much mind, but several of the reports given by the kids who were thrill seeking sounded far too much like magic and a group of supernaturals for it to be a coincidence.
More than anything, the nephilim wants to investigate the old place. He’s gone by it before and can feel that something about the abandoned building is… off. But he’s not stupid enough to think he should go it alone, especially not if magic is involved like he knows it will be. He also doesn’t want to drag the Guard into this, it’s a personal matter. So, after gathering up some papers that he may or may not have accessed without permission, he picks up his phone to text someone he figures might be able to help. He’d met Abraham through connections in the Guard, though thanks to a promise hadn’t divulged to the Diviner who that was. They’d done some business in the past and Miles has come to consider the man a valuable ally and a friend, even if he’s sure Abe himself wouldn’t say so. He feels a bit bad about asking him to come help, especially knowing the business he runs gets most of its traffic at night, but he thinks he’ll appreciate the offer once he knows what’s on the table.
With the message sent to meet him at Tranquil, Miles clocks out and heads toward the cafe at the center of the city with the knowledge that he’ll likely get there after Abe. It’s a quiet place and Miles knows the staff well and that they’re good at keeping their mouths shut, which is why he picked it. The bell chimes softly when he walks in and he catches sight of Abraham in the corner almost immediately, giving him a slight nod before going up to get his own cup of espresso. If the night goes the way he imagines it, he figures he’ll need the caffeine. With coffee in hand, he walks over and sets the folder down in the middle of the table before taking a seat across from the Diviner. “Sorry for the late text, but thanks for showing up.” Miles has always had a bit of a reputation, namely for being a rather laid back and comedic guy, maintaining a smile even during the more serious matters that the two have tackled so far. The first sign that something is off is that for once he seems completely serious, no amused sparkle in his blue eyes. He slides the folder a bit more toward Abe, gesturing that it’s fine for him to look through it. “I could use your help if you’re willing. That property has had a lot of weird shit going on lately.” That said, the nephilim sits back and takes a sip of the very strong coffee while giving him a chance to look through everything. Included are pictures of the place from the outside, alongside reports from the various people that have managed to escape it, names whited out of course. It’s pretty obvious to anyone with knowledge of magic that something supernatural and frankly shady is going on there.
Once he had settled in his chair, his fingers naturally came to wrap around the warm coffee mug; his eyes fell upon the liquid and he leant down for a moment to blow upon it - in hope that it would cool enough for him to start drinking it. A sigh departed him and Abe rested back against the chair with his fingers drumming against the mug; yet soon enough, he grabbed his phone and began to scroll through pointless webpages which often theorised about legitimately speaking with the dead. Before, of course, his mind went off to Christian and he simply could not help himself but to google the man - and as expected, he was still very much ruling over Budapest. Abraham tsk’ed under his breath and brought the coffee up to his lips and took a swig; the anger alone from the man he potentially could have called his Father in Law was enough for him to forget the heat of the coffee.
Abraham had to swiftly put his phone away, not because he could see Miles crossing the road throught the window but because he had promised himself that he would wait before he would channel his anger towards Christian; and tonight, this week, this month, it was not the time. He was recently out of prison, a move on Christian would certainly be expected from him - Abe needed to wait long enough to not pose a threat. He jerked head up a little in greeting as the Nephilim guard entered the cafe and went straight to the till to make his own order; Abraham exhaled and composed himself of such heated emotions the moment Miles sat down. Automatically, something seemed off with the blonde male. Of course, Abraham couldn’t say he knew the man well enough to pick up on his behaviours and traits, but he had known him somewhat long enough to pick up when something was a little different.
For the first time, Miles naturally annoy him with his upbeat, happy go lucky attitude; the attitude that often sickened Abraham to his core, and more often than not, he wanted to cast a spell on him to tone it down. Yet, now that his wish had pretty much been answered, Abraham didn’t like it and it made him feel uncomfortable. “What’s this?” He queried and reached out to the folder before he began to flick through the pages of the abandoned building; naturally the eeriness piqued his interest. “In all honesty, you had me sold on A lot of weird shit” He replied with a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth; he continued to flick through and a series of different expressions came to his features. “But why this place? Why do you want anything to do with it?” He queried and eventually looked up at the man, and took a swig of his coffee; not that he needed it to remain awake - insomnia was a wonderful thing. “I can’t imagine the Ailwards giving two shits about a creepy old building like this.” Abe mused.
Before very recently, Miles had no idea that the people who had ruined his life had more involved than just those he had encountered. Ignorance is bliss and all that, but still he’s lucky that he found out about them before they’d rudely entered his life again and taken him by surprise. This matter isn’t one he can just let lie, not knowing that they’re after more people than just him. He does feel bad for dragging Abe into all of this but he needs the help and there’s not many others that he feels like he can ask. The Diviner is more than capable of handling things, he knows that quite well, and besides Miles is pretty sure he’ll be able to get some good finds from that old place.
He knows a little bit about Abe from talking with others, but Miles isn’t one to hold someone’s past against them. From what he’s seen out of the man he’s a bit standoffish but reliable and that’s what matters to him. He can sense the underlying anger coming from him as he goes to sit down but whatever it was that had him worked up apparently has nothing to do with this whole situation as he composes himself fairly quickly once Miles approaches the table. After this favor, if there’s anything Miles can do to help with whatever that was he’ll do it. If they make it out of this at least.
If there’s one thing about Abraham that Miles can appreciate it’s that he gets right to the heart of the matter, even if his questions are on the loaded side of things. However he figures if he’s asking for his help he might as well be upfront with him. Some relief does come over him as he gets confirmation that he’s interested in helping out. “That’s… a long story. Suffice to say the Ailward have no interest in this place, my issue with it is entirely personal.” Which explains going outside the Guard for help. He can’t exactly just drag them into his own private issues, that would be unprofessional. “Basically, I have reason to suspect the people that are holed up in that place are after me. I got some of their people back home arrested for murder and they’re the types to hold grudges. Lethal ones.” In fact, had it not been for being a nephilim, Miles is pretty sure he would’ve died that night. They’d had no idea he wasn’t human when they’d left him for dead and he’d come back to bite them in the ass. Despite that the coffee is still very hot, he drinks down his espresso in just a few swallows, as though he’s using it to bolster himself. “I won’t lie to you, if it’s who I think it is they’ll definitely be trying to kill us. But they also have some Diviner in their ranks so I figure you can pilfer their shit.” The old place is definitely creepy but the bones of the building are solid. That’s why it’s stood all these years, turning into a movie set worthy abandoned mansion, perfect for the types of underground operations these guys are running.
Whilst he flicked through the folder which Miles had brought with him, Abraham’s expressions continuously changed with every page; not only were there photos of what the place looked like now, nor what Miles believed to be happening - but of the buildings past. Abe was fascinated with old buildings of the time which focused on treating those who were mentally ill; although treating them could be argued. Abandoned asylums had always been fascinating, not just for himself but for the general public also; he could always see young teenagers from his childhood breaking in, and not to mention the amount of air time the buildings got in tv shows and films. Abe hummed when Miles confirmed that the Ailwards had nothing to do with this place and he eventually dragged his gaze away from the folder. “I am not surprised, something minor like this” He exhaled a small chuckle as he shook his head; although saying that, he wouldn’t put it past the Aspect of Darkness to be interested.
Abe gasped playfully. “Miles, the golden guard, going behind their back to follow up with his own mission?” He teased and leaned back into his chair as he listened to some of the backstory and why Miles wanted to go visit; it seemed he wasn’t the only one in town that had a big fat red cross on his back which flagged down those after him. “Well I never, you certainly are full of surprises, aren’t you.” It was then that he leaned forwards once more and rested his forearms on the table top. “No wonder they’re still bloody after you. You got their men arrested, that is worse off than killing them, mate” Abe laughed, he had met his fair share of those kind of criminals in prison himself; so he knew first hand what kind of men that they may be dealing with if and when they entered the abandoned property. He knew from those men alone, that they would have rather died on the mission than be caged in like an animal that they so easily resembled.
“They will be like a dog with a bone, playing the golden boy and simply working on the right side of the law will never get them off your back” Abraham put it bluntly, he knew the cost of acting in a devilish way could have on a Nephilim; he made sure to read up on their lore as much as possible as well as the other species when he entered the city. “What I’m saying is, do whatever is necessary, just don’t lose your wings in the process” He nodded just once before picking up the file once again; a low chuckle vibrated against his ribcage and he nodded smugly. “Oh of course, I’ll be stealing their shit if it looks like it’s worth it” Abe smirked before downing the rest of his coffee with ease. “So when do you want to take off? I’m assuming you are the type to do as much homework as humanly possible so you don’t go into this blind?”
Miles sits silently for a moment as Abe continues to thumb through the folder. He had taken care to collect all the information he could about the place in an easily accessible way before heading over here so while there’s a lot to take in it’s not too difficult to place together. There was a time where Miles would have gone to places like this to help his mother out. She loved photographing old buildings, seeing the way time affected them, watching as nature retook what once belonged to it. He wouldn’t allow her within sight of this particular place though. He gives the Diviner a wry smile at his comment about the matter being small but doesn’t really say much. He has no doubt that had he brought it to the attention of one of the others that they would’ve jumped right in, if only for his sake, but he couldn’t do that when they already have so much else going on. Besides, to him this is important. He wouldn’t be asking for help if it wasn’t, though he does see where Abe is coming from.
The man’s slight teasing jab comes as a bit of a surprise to the blonde but he takes it in stride despite his bad mood, grinning at him with a slight chuckle. “Not the first time I’ve done something like this and I doubt it’ll be the last. I got into more than my fair share of trouble in the past, there’s still some stuff you don’t know about me.” Despite the fact that he is more at ease than he was when he first arrived there’s still a tension to his shoulders that isn’t standard for the nephilim. Apparently this situation bothers him more than he’s showing on his face. Abraham’s comment may be meant in jest but something about it turns the corners of Miles’s mouth into a slight frown. “They’re lucky I didn’t do much worse than that. These guys are animals that have hurt a lot of people. Their people are still in jail back home, I touched base a few days ago, it just turns out they’re a much bigger group than I first thought…” Apparently they did far worse than just hurt him, Miles wouldn’t have this reaction if they’d only been after him. He wouldn’t know anything about this group being larger had it not been for a chance encounter. Thankfully he met Svetlana that night or else this whole situation might have caught him by surprise instead of him hopefully getting the drop on them.
Perhaps surprisingly Miles doesn’t mind the bluntness of Abraham’s statement at all, in fact it seems to amuse him in some way as his frown starts to turn back into the smallest of smiles. “You’re right. Trust me, they won’t get off so easily this time. It’s not just me they’re after and they’ve caused enough people to suffer.” He’s not normally the type to take the law into his own hands but this time he figures he can make an exception. He’s not the revenge type, never has been even if he came close once, but this isn’t just for his own protection. “I appreciate the sentiment though man. I’ll watch myself, don’t worry. I have no intention of losing my wings to these assholes.” That reassurance done Miles stretches a little as Abe picks the file back up, taking his now empty cup and tossing it in the bin nearby. “I hope you take everything they have. Not technically robbery though considering they legally don’t exist…” he lets that little nugget hang with a conspiratorial smile. “You wouldn’t be wrong. I’ve got the entire place mapped out and have mostly studied their movements, I figure if you’re up for it we can grab my car and go tonight. I’ve already gathered everything I think we might need, though I’m admittedly not as well versed on your magic stuff so that much will be up to you.” If he thinks the pair needs anything else, Miles is more than willing to make the stops to gather whatever they need. His car is parked nearby specifically because he knew he’d be setting this up tonight.
It was quite hard for Abraham to imagine that Miles had done things that were frowned upon against the law; he always seemed to have this righteousness about him, where he tried to please everyone, including himself. Perhaps he held himself to a higher standard than what Abraham could ever understand; whereas he, he had lost way too much now to really give much care about how he went about certain things. Abraham was no longer afraid to do things which would displease or upset another human being. His brows rose in curiosity as he caught the purple gaze and his lips twitched at the very corners. “I certainly look forward to hearing about those shenanigans of yours” Which was the honest truth, he couldn’t give a toss about someone’s light, it was their darkness which intrigued him the most; and not for one second did he believe that there were people out there that simply remained on the good side - everyone had dabbled in darkness whether they liked it or not.
Abraham could tell that his comment was not well taken, but it was the truth; the criminals he had met behind the bars would have much preferred death - hell, even at one point he had wished Christian had ended his own life than throw him into a cage. “We... You see it as fitting punishment, those kind of men… Yeah not so much” Of course, he didn’t try for a second to truly understand the ordeal that Miles had gone through, but he did suspect that no matter what Miles had done to those men - killed them or sent them to prison, whoever this group was; was always going to try and destroy him. “So you’ve now bitten off more than you can chew?” Abe questioned, yet he couldn’t say he blamed the Nephilim - if he was in the right place to take on Christian and men without the consequences it had against his family, he certainly would. “Despite me, are you doing this alone? Would it not be worth contacting the other people they’ve hurt to see if they want in on this action?”
He almost felt proud when Miles confirmed that he would do whatever was possible to end them, even if that meant going against the law. “I’m sure just seeing another side of you will distract them enough to give you an in” Abe grinned and stood, he contemplated leaving his empty mug on the table, but the man behind the till continued to give him the heebies and he was certainly not someone Abe needed on his case either. Abraham cautiously put the empty mug to the cleaning section and nodded at the man before turning to face Miles once again as he caught the tail wind of his comment. “Depends if it’s worth any value, won’t give me the satisfaction of taking it otherwise” He mused and offered the file back to the Nephilim. He pondered for a moment to see if there would be anything from his shop that he needed. “I would say a cursed object or two to throw a hex around, but if they’re as big into their Diviner shit, I wouldn’t need to worry. I can just borrow theirs” He shrugged and inclined his head towards the door. “Lead the way”
Miles releases a low chuckle at Abe’s words, glancing at the other man from the corner of his eye and shaking his head some. “I’m sure you will eventually. Though I worry that you’ll be a bit disappointed in most of them.” Miles isn’t naive, he recognizes what a strange pair the two make, knows that someone would faster see him working with one of the Guard than Abe, but right now he doesn’t feel like they can help. Not with this. Perhaps it’s him being selfish but he doesn’t care too much.
This time Miles does meet Abe’s eyes and the look reflected in Miles’s own blues would be scary had Abe not known Miles before this. “No that’s the thing, I didn’t think jail was their fitting punishment. Were it not for a good support system I would have butchered all of them.” He goes quiet for a moment then sighs some. “But it doesn’t matter now. They don’t know I’m on their trail yet, so this is probably the best opportunity I’ve got.” Has he bitten off more than he can chew? Possibly. If he turns out dead though, at least it’ll give the Ailwards some heads up about these assholes. “If I thought it was feasible I would. Most of them are either too traumatized to fight these guys directly or they’re dead. The only other option… well she’s just getting her life back together, I couldn’t ask her to rip all of that up for the sake of a grudge.”
That and he doesn’t want any of them risking getting hurt. He trusts that Abe can take care of himself and will get the hell out if things turn nasty, the others would try and stick around to help with no care given to the consequences. He knows that because he’s the exact same way. Miles pauses at the door to give Abe a chance to catch up and he heads out into the darkened night after taking the file back from him. “That’s all up to you, just let me know.” Miles’s old car is still in pretty good shape despite its age, it’s fairly obvious Miles takes good care of it. The drive over to the old abandoned house is mostly quiet, with Miles just making the odd comment about something he’d seen while staking the place out before. He parks a street over from it and the light of the full moon casts the place in an even eerier mood than normal. The lights all appear to be out but if you look closely enough, the pale flickering of what appears to be a candle can be seen coming from what should be the basement. Someone’s definitely home.
“There're at least 10 holed up in there. More than were stationed back in my hometown for sure but depending on how many Diviner it shouldn’t be too hard to take them down.” He’d already done his sweep of the place though so he shuts up after saying that to let Abraham get a feel for it. See what he thinks, what he can suss out. While he waits he heads to the trunk, grabbing two pistols that he’d hidden back there and coming back to offer one to his companion.
Would he be disappointed in half of the stories Miles would have to tell him? More than likely, it took a lot to impress Abraham these days, that was apparent in a few aspects of his life; prison had a funny way of skewing an individual’s perception. He had heard many stories with his inmates and some of them were truly frightening and as he looked at the Nephilim beside him, he doubted he would even come near to them. “I probably will, I won’t lie. I keep my story tellings to a very high standard” There was that, and the fact that Abraham did have a habit of switching off when someone spoke too much. Yet it was what Miles said yet that truly piqued Abraham’s interest, and a inquisitive brow rose as he turned to face him; noting the fact the other male was incapable of meeting his gaze.
“You think it’s shameful to think that?” He scoffed some and shook his head ever so slightly. “We’re animals at the end of the day, mate. Violence is embedded in everyone, and if it weren’t for our conscience and civilisation, we’d wipe out a good chunk of our kind.” Abe commented, and despite the Prison life having extremely tight restrictions, particularly for the Supernatural kind; he certainly did see the animal within his inmates - and himself. He had killed in prison, and he couldn’t deny the surge of power and the fulfilment he got from it; it was certainly an itch he felt every now and again, particularly with the dark magic running through his veins. Yet, he had to control himself, to be someone his family respected and to make a life for himself considering a good decade of it was stolen. “You have the element of surprise, that is something” Abe nodded and shrugged on his jacket. “Well at least you have me to see this through, though I will say… It’s every man for himself if it goes tits up in there” He smirked.
Abraham allowed his eyes to close as they drove towards the building; which in hindsight wasn’t necessarily a good thing but at least he had the power to generate portals if he found himself needing to get home. When they pulled up, Abe cleared his throat and leaned his head out of the window to get a better look; his eyes narrowed slightly to see the very faint flickering of a light. “Fuck me, they're old school aren’t they? They couldn’t make it more shady even if they tried” His words were laced with a faint chuckle as he sat back into his chair. “At least 10? That sounds like easy pickings if you ask me - if they have such a small number, I very much doubt those in there are their best fights, diviners or not” He scratched the back of his neck. “So how do you plan on getting into the place? Walking straight through the front door as if you own the place?”
Miles can’t help but to chuckle some at Abe’s honesty, finding it refreshing that the Diviner feels no need to bullshit him. He’ll be the first to admit that his life has been pretty normal next to a lot of people, barring the incident that incited all of this fuckery. He even still has most of his family that he can call should he need them. “That’s a good thing I’d say. Keep your standards high, people are less likely to drag you into crap if you do that.” Bright blue eyes shift over to look at the man at his next comment, a brow raising slightly but he waits for him to finish speaking before he responds, his eyes going back to the road as he answers.
“I’ve seen enough out of people to know that it comes in levels. But don’t forget - I’m a Nephilim. I can fight with the best of them but go too far and I lose my wings.” There’s a slight pause before he looks back over at the Diviner. “That’s a big part of why I asked you to come along though. I can do a lot of the heavy lifting but any kills that need to be done will probably have to be on you if you’re up for it.” Most of the time he settles for knocking his opponents out but in this case he doesn’t really see that being an option. To be fair that tends to be how the Guard handles it if someone needs to be taken care of. He knocks whoever it is out and the person he’s paired with deals the finishing blow. Benefits to being a big guy that can take a lot of hits. He holds no grudge or judgement against those that do deal the killing blow, it’s just not something he wants to bring himself to do and for the most part everyone he’s worked with understands that. It helps that he’s generally a pleasant guy, though that’s very much on purpose. Miles chuckles lowly to himself when Abe confirms exactly what he expects and he gives the man a slight nod. “Good. I don’t want anyone to make a self sacrifice play in there. Shit hits the fan, get yourself out.” That is a relief, knowing he won’t have to worry about Abraham like he would most anyone else he could’ve dragged into that place with him.
“Oh you don’t know the half of it. From what I saw they don’t even use phones in that place, from what I managed to overhear it’s something about the shit they’re doing interfering with stuff like electricity.” He shrugs because all that magic stuff is really beyond him. He’s no Diviner and has very little dealings with Malva. “The number varies from night to night. I’ve seen anywhere from 5 to 30 holed up in there but I can’t make heads or tails of what they’re doing. From what I’ve seen there’s no prisoners for us to worry about but kidnapping is a game they like to play so keep an eye out for innocents.” It’s what happened to Svetlana, though they hadn’t done his fiancé the favor. They’d just murdered her. He goes into the duffle in the backseat and drags it around, offering Abe his choice of the weapons stashed in there. For Miles’s own part he takes a pistol and a bat and once they both pick he shoves the bag back under the seat, laughing at Abe’s suggestion. “I want them gone, not to end up dead! No, there’s an entrance to the basement around the back of the building but it’s locked with some sort of spell. So if you can get through it that will be our best way in. Barring that, there’s a busted window on the second floor I could probably get us through.” Either way they’ll have to move in fast and under the cover of darkness… barring Abraham having any tricks up his sleeve that Miles doesn’t know about. That all done, Miles gets out of the car, keeping his keys securely zipped in his jacket and pulling the hood of his coat up over his hair just in case. “Ready?”
Abraham kept his gaze upon the slight flicker of candlelight which danced behind the frosted glass; he enjoyed the mystery that this group of individuals gave off, although he was sure that Miles would not say the same thing. In fact, Abraham wouldn’t be at all surprised if he somehow had some form of relationship with one or two of them if they have men based across the globe. What if that was the case? That he recognised someone who was loyal to him behind bars? Abe grunted very briefly at the thought, a Prison Brotherhood went a long way and some would argue that it was thicker than blood; yet could he betray the man sat beside him? He probably could if he wanted to, but that was not the case so if that bridge came along, he would have to act within the moment, trust his gut. “Can you ever get your wings back, if they do fall off?” Abraham questioned, he had the smallest amount of knowledge but not enough to speak confidently.
“Although I’m sure your wings are pristine white, currently. Meaning you’d have to do a few massacres before they turn black and fall off” There was slight amusement within his words, although he understood the importance and the significance the wings had for Nephilim; he could only compare them to losing magic, which would be completely devastating for him. In fact, Abe refused his mind to even wander or entertain that specific thought. “Getting other men to do your dirty work? Soon enough you’ll be some form of leader of a cult, or a gang. Pablo Escobar rings a bell” He mused, and glanced over his shoulder as Miles dragged up a duffle bag; the contents clattering within its case. “I’ll make sure those who attend your funeral mourn for you” He teased before peering into the bag to pick his weapon of choice. Abe himself wasn’t a fan of weapons, perhaps he relied on his powers too much so when it came to it, it wasn’t 100% which one or two to pick.
Abraham couldn’t get his head around the idea of not using power, but he supposed such things would make them increasingly vulnerable of being found; to remain under the radar, some methods had to be extremely caveman-like. With the use of magic too, technology wasn’t always necessary, particularly when one could portal somewhere within a blink of an eye. With a grunt, he pulled out a second bat; he concluded he would again rely on his magic moreso and would need a physical weapon which wasn’t hard to handle. “Well those innocents will likely inform them we’re around” He muttered, unless he forced a silencing spell upon them so their noises couldn’t notify the guards. Abe pushed open the door and let the night engulf him once more as he nodded stubbornly at the concept of a strong spell at the basement which is currently preventing anyone from getting in.
“Let’s go, Robin” He grinned and let the Nephilim lead the way through the mist and fog which engulfed their ankles; he followed him around the building which creaked and moaned - telling him a story which many others would not understand. Abraham could feel the spell before they approached it. “Fuck me, that’s strong” He commented and crouched down at the door, the pads of his fingers brushing against the woodwork. “How long do I have, realistically to break this magical code before they know we’re here?” He questioned, glancing up and over his shoulder.
Miles is more observant than he lets on to most people so he notices it when Abe looks lost in thought. Considering what they’re about to go into he doesn’t comment on it. Miles is used to being on the “good” side of the law, his whole life that’s been consistent - his father was a detective and a damn good one, most of his friends had been there to keep him on that same path which is something he’s quite thankful for. This time is a bit different. Sure he’s doing what he’s doing mostly for the sake of protecting people but he’d be lying if he said a little part of him won’t be satisfied to see some of this group fall. Just like he’d been a little satisfied that night he’d watched them be dragged out of their hovel and shoved behind bars, where they remain to this day. He looks over at Abe with a touch of surprise at his question but when he answers it’s honestly. “It depends on how you lose them. If they’re cut off then yeah, they can grow back, but if you lose them because you went down a dark path… no. We lose them for good and are slowly stripped of our powers until we’re human.” Not exactly the worst fate, it’s not like they die, but there are many that would consider that worse than death.
Miles’s answering wry smile shows that while he recognizes what Abe says as truth, it’s still something he’d prefer to avoid if at all possible. “That’s true. I’ve never been sure what exactly causes the loss of wings, if it’s the act of killing someone or the intent you have behind doing it, and I’ve never really been keen to test it.” At their core the Nephilim are a light species and Miles was raised in that community. It shows in his demeanor but just like any person he has his own less than good desires. In this case it’s just a matter of not letting it overtake his sense. “Ah yes, pay me tribute, I am your god.” At least in times like this he’s able to retain his sense of humor, casting Abe a look followed by a soft laugh. “Appreciated. I’ll return the favor, but… let’s try to focus on not dying tonight, hm?”
He’s patient as Abraham takes his time deciding on a bat and though he’s a touch surprised the man doesn’t go for a gun as well it’s not like it’s any of his business. Duffel stuffed back under the seat they return to business, Miles’s previous joking demeanor shifting back into seriousness. “Let’s hope they don’t have any for us to worry about.” This turning into a rescue mission is the last thing Miles wants, talk about the situation going from cautious to downright dire in a heartbeat. Of course if that’s what happens then they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it. As they cross the open area before the cover near to the manor Miles curses his species' lack of superhuman speed for the millionth time since being born, having to rely simply on luck to not be spotted until they get to the bushes. Thankfully no alarms sound out and nothing changes inside the house, allowing them to settle in by the basement doors. While Abe focuses, Miles keeps an eye out, casting his gaze around and making sure to look up at the windows to ensure no one’s looking out of them. “They do guard rotations every half an hour. We’re in between them now so you’re looking at about twenty five minutes.” He has no idea if that’s enough and it doesn’t count someone deciding to look down from a window to see them but that’s what they have to work with. “I figured you’d know better than me if breaking this thing will alert them to our presence.”