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Once, long ago Gabriel had been the first between them to raise his hand and strike the other, drawing blood from blood. Samael had come to him, telling him what he’d seen and been permanently marked across his face by a blow from his elder sibling. As he loved his holy deity with utmost devotion, the lankier hellbeast adored his angel and every aspect of his ethereal being. The holiest, and most beautiful creature in all of creation until he’d fallen from grace, cast into the pit and void of eternity furthest from his father’s light. Poor, proud Lucifer, condemned until the end of time and beyond for his crime.
“You never did like me much,” the prince said in mock concern, as though honestly wounded by such a notion. Effeminate air permeated his demeanor, like a delicate butterfly easily crushed beneath words too harsh or cruel. Crimson eyes were dark, possessing fire and shadow that belied his fragile exterior. He would never disobey Kaena’s commands, and if she asked him to lie down and die he’d so with a smile on his face. If she asked him to cease all violence, remaining in the back of his den until the moment of his death he would willingly oblige.
Only the angel held greater adoration than his earthly mother.
Once, long ago Gabriel had been the first between them to raise his hand and strike the other, drawing blood from blood. Samael had come to him, telling him what he’d seen and been permanently marked across his face by a blow from his elder sibling. As he loved his holy deity with utmost devotion, the lankier hellbeast adored his angel and every aspect of his ethereal being. The holiest, and most beautiful creature in all of creation until he’d fallen from grace, cast into the pit and void of eternity furthest from his father’s light. Poor, proud Lucifer, condemned until the end of time and beyond for his crime.
“You never did like me much,” the prince said in mock concern, as though honestly wounded by such a notion. Effeminate air permeated his demeanor, like a delicate butterfly easily crushed beneath words too harsh or cruel. Crimson eyes were dark, possessing fire and shadow that belied his fragile exterior. He would never disobey Kaena’s commands, and if she asked him to lie down and die he’d so with a smile on his face. If she asked him to cease all violence, remaining in the back of his den until the moment of his death he would willingly oblige.
Only the angel held greater adoration than his earthly mother.