Sitiri was a man not swayed by fear of death. His brow arched slightly as he glanced at the male behind him, "Do you plan on using that? If not sit down and tell me what you want," His hand came up to grasp the hand that held the blade to his pale neck. Giving it a sharp squeeze he spoke more, "It is a bloody shame that my guest has to see me be more of the devil I am rather than the angel I can be. Close your eyes, Mary, I wouldn't want you to be stained with the memory that is about to take place."
He had been used to his children threatening him due to his favoring a human woman over their demonic ones. Hexel's mother had been so sweet and light that even the harshest of his young had learned to respect. Alyssia hadn't backed down from any of them and what they threw at her. Not many women where like that one. He knew that well.
Hexel's hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he moved away from the warlock and rubbed his chest, "I've got to go now," Without waiting for a reply he used the key to get back to his father's estate, "Mary!" He yelled as he entered the foyer. Something was wrong he could smell it.