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The child’s voice oozed with arrogance and a bizarre perspective on life. She could see the serpentine features of her uncle in the youth—loathed the little shit already. He was a child and nothing but a child. She wanted to rise up and rage against the smaller canine, and was more or less pleasantly surprised she managed to hold back from doing just that. A cream coated hand rose to rest against her chest—to feel the heart drum angrily against her sensitive fingers; roaring in its quest to overpower her senses and fill ruby red with wildfire. ”The moon is a dead object in the sky.” She wanted to pick on his words in a greater detail, but sought refuge in the last remaining pieces of her self respect. A child tainted by the darkest of black no doubt, but still a child.
The first childish thought that struck her when he introduced himself was that he had a retarded name, but she recognized the lack of maturity in her current train of thought. The hybrid woman had found that she had not managed to forgive Samael after all despite the amount of time that had passed. She knew that it was revenge that burned behind her chest. She wanted to punish the child for his genes, and it was not fair. Luckily, Halo had never had issues being an egocentric bitch. Soft copper ears resting flat against the deep auburn locks, she let her gaze slide away from his form—resisting the unswerving urge to discover more details that would link the young male to his sire. ”I’m Halo, your cousin,” she informed him, anger still colouring the melody in her usually soft voice.
She wondered under what circumstances the young male had been given life. For obvious reasons, Halo had issues imagining Samael settling down with a love. Had it been rape? The Hydra could not imagine carrying the tainted result and giving birth to the bastard's spawn afterwards. Thankfully, the Lykoi woman had been too young to conceive the day when Samael had broken her.