Lucian's Orders[Loki/Azareal]

[Legion Leroye]

Fresh, electric blue eyes stood out like a piercing glow against the darkness, surrounding the figure who owned them. Hair that some would think obstructed sight, formed in messy dark waves due to the wind having battled with it and coming out to be victorious. A body that was dressed in a suit, looked remarkably out of place, against the gravel, boots were grinding against.

Although, the stranger, who was called Legion didn't display any kind of notion that he was lost.

No.

He was here on a job, so to speak. Mission, assignment. Whatever the locals would want to call it. Legion was just doing what he was told by an very important person, that was his leader.

Names and faces he was shown, endless knowledge was given to him by long time associates. He was also prepared to let himself become a meal, if he didn't do his job right. He knew that if he didn't come back with good news he was as good as dead anyway. His position within the ministry didn't guarantee him that much, only time.

Absently, Legion turned his head. Sniffing the air for some kind of difference, when he found none he could detect, he stopped. Already close enough toward the gates to Swan Manor, but far enough to let anyone know he wasn't here to cause harm. The occupants he was told to meet should of already received word he would turn up.

Now it was their turn to show themselves.

One thing Legion loathed more then buses, was waiting for the unknown, especially when vampires were involved.