Shadows clouded his vision as he staggered out of the graveyard with a trail of dark blood marking where he passed. It was a dark, gloomy night with what little light of the heavens blocked from sight by the thick weighted storm clouds above. It suited his current mood now. The pain of torn flesh and wings bringing his thoughts into clear focus and a narrowing to blackened cobalt eyes.

Features just short of what one might call pretty were smeared with blood and gore and add in the furious scowl he wore, made for a mask of horror that sent one wandering drunk sober and into flight. The sound of those steps fading after some distance as Aleron stood just outside the rusted gates of the dead and collected himself; One shake sending a showering of feathers flying and floating down into the blood spotted earth.

He had been minding his own business. Staying out of the crusade of those above and those below. His action was risky, but suited him. Eons before he had grown tired of that never ending battle and hence with the return of it, had taken a stand to simply avoid it. He was retired! "Ye hear me?" Fist rose to the looming gray billows above. "I am RETIRED!"

All he received in return was the low moaning of a chilling wind and just growled faintly. Pushing the sticky black mane back from his slashed features he glanced back over a shoulder with another snarl of loathing. His haven had been violated, so he needed to locate another. He didn't have many options at present. His current physical condition didn't allow for any long distances. One wing was broken and the other torn and the array of damage riddled the long lanky frame. Injuries that would have killed a mere mortal, but for Ale they left him at a serious disadvantage.

Aleron's progress was slow and painful, but he used care, veiling himself from any that might still be seeking him. The abominations that had attacked him had been a shock to one that prided him self on being fast on his feet. He had become lax, letting his usual paranoia drop a bit. A mistake he would correct for future reference. Needless to say, he was also greatly disturbed at those he had fought. He knew Michael had been meddling with new strains of soldiers, but had never thought the Arch Angel would stoop to such vile levels. They hadn't carried the scent of Morningstar so that had left only those from above as their creators.

They had been born with the angelic essence, yet it somehow had been twisted. Tainted, and the creatures appearance bore the signs of that. Also the four that had attacked him had carried the strength that nearly matched his own. It was by sheer luck he had survived. Only one had continued to exist, but Aleron suspected it was likely in as bad a shape as he was now.

After what seemed like and endless amount of time he finally passed through the tall gates. None barred him, but it was well known that of late the house was not in use. Clouding black eyes roamed over the impressive array of wards that still encased the massive structure seeking a means to enter. He could sense nothing inside, or even near by, but some innate sense had carried him here. Fact was he wasn't going to be able to go much father. Blood loss and the wounds sustained were wearing him down, and it was by his own brand of determination that brought him even this far.

It had been a long time since he had been able to sense any of his family near. Those of the blood seemed to currently be out of his reach. He could call to Morningstar for aid and would get it, but with that one there was a price. There was always a price and Aleron wasn't up for paying that without a signed and written contract that gave precise details and explained the interest rate on top of that. Considering he had retired to get away from such obligations, he wasn't going to fall back into that control so willingly.

Senses stretched, seeking any thread but finding that void of silence still. Within the walls of that looming manse, he might reach others but it required him to think clearly and that he found wasn't so easily done. Mind becoming sluggish he sank down on the steps with a hissing. The sound loud in the stillness that grew thicker as the storm above prepared to unleash its full force on those below. That moment of hush before the wind would be released to fling it's brother rain down roughly to the earth below.

Sticky blood pooled around him where he sat, hunched over as he struggled to solve what should be a simple puzzle. Wards were usually nothing for him to crack, but it seemed as the second ticked by senses were fading. Another frustrated growl and he dragged himself up with a vita-coated hand rising towards the door that barred him. Angelic tongue rolled from him, sending a bid into the magic webbing in a last ditch plea for sanctuary.

Fingers touched the warm heavy wood leaving him dazed having expected the response of sizzling and stink of burned flesh at that invasive action. As that wasn't the result, he sent up a silent thanks to the sisters of fate before clumsy feet carried him into the dark safety inside Onyx.

It took all his effort to push the heavy oak door shut, but once it was he managed to flip the lock before his body slipped down, leaving a gory trail against that polished wood as he came to a rest against it. Later he might resent seeking safety here, but few places had the power to bar those hunting him now from entering. The attack had left him dangerously vulnerable. Dark eyes closing feeling the weakness seeping into his limps, for even while he was reasonably out of danger, the damage still held him within it's grip. Before that last vestige of consciousness could escape he sent out a call for aid into the mental nether.