His own salvation resided in his bloodline, and in those souls whose presence acquired just a tiny fragment of who and what he was. Love didn’t exist for him in creatures that didn’t deserve it. He would quickly see to the destruction of anyone that crossed him. But he needed to live on, gaining immortality in this world along with the next.
The name struck a cord, and Samael was immediately smitten. The Cheshire grin returned. “Holy Spirit,” he said, desiring to blacken his soul and see to his damnation the instant that the words were uttered past his lips. This creature wasn’t meant to die. Not so easily. He reached out to cup the animal’s muzzle with his fingertips, leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, I will save you. You are mine now, ethereal one.”