That cigarette smoke

Razekiel Lykoi · 05-17-2010, 11:09 AM

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A sad admission, ultimately; the prince felt a cold, sad rain wash over him at her words. How tragic, how terrible it was, to live without perceiving beauty. To see no love, no beauty in the eyes of another or in the smile of the sun on warm days; how was it possible? Razekiel frowned without hesitation, without the need to make himself appear content any longer. The tragic life she was living, his little neice, depressed him so. What was her story? Where had she come from? Even that, he did not know. Razekiel himself had been born into a cursed family with an absent father; from the beginning he and his two littermates had been said to be destined for something different, something great than the rest. Ahemait, with her disappearance, had ultimately failed; Samael, however, had made strides past the other bloodthirsty Lykoi. Razekiel, the last of the three, lived a life on drugs and booze, enjoying some false reality he constantly created for himself. It was a terrible way to live, and yet he found beauty and happiness in it. Halo would not be able to share in the same.

He dipped his head, straw eyes cast to the soil. It was not often that Razekiel felt so helpless, made aware that his words were meaningless to someone like she. It was an overwhelming concept that such different beings could be still related, but even that relation was distant. He and Samael, however, were not distant at all. "You are one like my brother," he said quietly, almost beneath his breath. "Samael is fated for great things, but a troubled life he found happiness in. I hope yours is more fortunate." Though her snide comment brought a twitch to his ear, he said nothing more.

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