04-04-2008, 05:42 PM
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Smirk widened, but otherwise his expression remained blank and emotionless, showing nothing and otherwise saying nothing at Molochai's response. Was it amusement, or something more in that smile on his lips? Molochai, her beloved son had never fucked her. Had he never wanted to? Or was even he unworthy of her affections? And that would leave Samael even further below her notice, for he'd never been the one at her side, loved and respected as a worthy individual and son. Even Gabriel had attained that, left with Inferni in his hands once Kaena fled.
His paw raised slightly, leaning in to look at the marks carved onto Samael's face. Wounds that covered his body, twisting his frail beauty into something sinister. That showed him for what he was—a monster and a fiend, yet he'd done nothing yet worthy of Mother's pride. He'd only sated his own desires, drowning in the feel of blood on his skin and his flesh tearing beneath someone's nails. "Yes," he said simply, darkness creeping into the eyes of the prince-turned-whore.
His paw raised slightly, leaning in to look at the marks carved onto Samael's face. Wounds that covered his body, twisting his frail beauty into something sinister. That showed him for what he was—a monster and a fiend, yet he'd done nothing yet worthy of Mother's pride. He'd only sated his own desires, drowning in the feel of blood on his skin and his flesh tearing beneath someone's nails. "Yes," he said simply, darkness creeping into the eyes of the prince-turned-whore.