07-28-2009, 05:46 PM
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The silence pressed on between them after he’d spoke, but Samael didn’t mind it. Any moment with Kaena was enough for him, even if not even a single word passed between them the entire time. She finally did speak, telling him how Astaroth had returned and stolen the missing child, causing her to chase him down to retrieve her youngest offspring. While Samael did understand, it also again sparked that jealousy within his chest, burning so close to solid hatred. To save one child, one little runt, she’d abandon the rest for two years, and the Prince of Hell had believed she’d loved them the most once. But she always did care for her offspring, and so little Eris Lykoi was no different. Her next words arouse his interest and head lifted, fixing crimson eyes on gold. He laughed softly, grinning wickedly at her words. His sire had been nothing more than a vessel sent from hell—a hollow shell and a simple messenger that arrived to seed the three true demons and then return from whence he’d come when his time had finally arrived. Kaena’s own hand had been the bringer of that end, and the tawny creature was amused, rather than distraught. He’d never been close to the man who’d helped to create him, even if his own origins were supposedly as hellish as his offspring’s. Samael had never believed Astaroth was the King of Hell, Satan himself, but rather a lesser life-form that had carried their souls within his body, bringing them to earth as was meant to be. His death didn’t phase the coyote one bit. The Angel had been far higher than poor Astaroth, trapped in some mortal shell just as Samael, Razekiel, and Ahemait were. The Angel had been free and beautiful, coming to Samael to ensure he knew his destiny and fulfilled it completely. Chaos was in their blood, and darkness was meant to be spread at their wicked touch, drowning the world in a sea of despair. Samael no longer believed the Angel had been sent from on high, for he’d seen darkness in those endless eyes, seeing through the celestial deception and realizing what He truly was. And he loved the Messenger all the more, uncaring whether or not He really came from Heaven or Hell, but wished to simply be bathed in the Morning Star’s radiant, endless Light for the rest of eternity. |