A L E C__I R I S
"You should know, the Remei have not been welcomed in this camp so far, even those that have renounced their fealty. Usually, due to their marks, it prevents them from being entirely honest, even if they want to, so you'll have to have your mark removed, by way of flaying, but the pain from the mark would be much worse than that of the knife."
Rahmiel looked down with a sigh. Yet another thing he couldn't explain without giving everything away. He bore a mark, but not one that his men had ever possessed. I wear the same mark that only your former lover did which grants a power only he could make use of but I swear I'm not him, honestly. Even in his head it was entirely laughable. Of course he could come up with some excuse to explain why he had it and have it removed... But it was an ability he was not yet ready to give up, for any reason.
"If you bare no mark, that would imply you worked directly under the Demon Queen, or was higher on the Remei food chain, neither is idle for us. So my questions are this; For whom did you work, Alec or The Demon Queen, what was your role, how did you break free of their hold and do they know you are no longer working for them?"
Rahmiel's gaze snapped upwards suddenly, a deep frown weighing on his features. With one quick glance at Alice and another around the room to make sure no one was listening, he shook his head. By this point it was useless to even try. There was no way he could word it that wouldn't blow his cover, and he was not about to awkwardly dig himself deeper into a hole of lies. Even as a Fae he wasn't a particularly honest man, often being cunning enough to half-truth his way through life. Hell, he even kept his activities quiet without anyone from his family finding out. But in this situation he thought it might be better just to come right out and say it. His words were true; he had changed.
"Enough of these games," he answered suddenly, removing his hands from beneath his cloak and placing them on the table, lest she think he might reach for a weapon at any point. when he spoke again, his voice was low enough that only Sunday should be able to hear him. "I have not been entirely honest with you, and I think you know as much. Wanting to lend my assistance and make positive changes to this world to compensate for the wrongdoings of my past, while entirely true, was not the sole reason I accepted your invitation and came with you to this camp." With a lingering glance at Alice, he sighed. Much that he wanted to know the truth, he knew Sunday would want as much in return. He'd been avoiding her like the plague and he owed her an explanation, in addition to an apology. But first she must understand who he was.
"I will tell you everything you want to know, and answer any questions that you may have, but not here. Not surrounded by these people. So follow me, if you would," he stated, pushing himself up off the table. He gave her a small nod and thereafter proceeded to exit the tent, scanning the camp for a quieter area in which to talk with Sunday if and when she decided to follow him. When he was at the very edge of the clearing, he turned and took a breath while waiting for her to arrive, before continuing. "My name is not Rahmiel... I have never been Rahmiel. This is merely an identity I created for myself when I went into hiding," he explained. "This is not my face..." There was a pause.
Glancing down at the ground, he gave a quiet huff, before meeting her gaze. "My real name... is Alec Iris."