10-09-2009, 12:29 PM
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He’d lost her once before when she’d abandon him to chase Eris halfway around the world. Without warning or farewell she’d up and left, leaving him to believe she’d somehow perished. Kaena Lykoi couldn’t die—she was indestructible in her child’s mind. Samael would die, but only leave behind his mortal, temporary shell. He would live on, immortal and eternal as the Prince of Fear, heir to the everlasting throne of Gehenna. This was simply a game to him, this life, which he played for nothing more than sheer entertainment. His soul was crushed by the afflictions present in this world, eaten away like he was nothing more than some simple, mortal coyote. He needed to raise his head and toss aside his emotions, but the insects were crawling beneath his skin and he longed for his mother to hold him tight against the ever-growing darkness.
She promised not to leave him again, but he knew this could only pertain to the she-yote intentionally departing from him. Death was inevitable, and would take them all in the end. He smiled against her flesh, wishing to make her a queen of hell beside him in the afterlife. They were all damned anyway—heaven held no place for souls so damaged and destroyed. “I don’t know,” he answered as she pulled away to meet his gaze. “I don’t remember a lot of things,” his honesty came, admitting that his memories were sporadic and filled with various holes and blanks. The Angel had stolen away many of his memories, filling in the empty places with phantasms of his own. His life was not run along a consistent timeline—time and space shifted, the present becoming the past and the past becoming the present. The future was certain, filled only with death and he didn’t worry too much about that. He lived in a fairy-tale world birthed by his own madness, where he possessed powers unnatural and perched atop a throne made of the shattered, torn remains of those he’d murdered. Fire breathed from his lungs and leathery, jet wings stretched for miles from his shoulder blades. Twisted horns curled from his brow and demons and mortals fell alike to their knees before him, revering the Prince of Fear.
A comment fell from her lips, passing to ears that twitched with interest. Samael had many brothers, but the only one he could reason for her to speak of so significantly was Razekiel. He hadn’t seen his only full-blood brother in many, many years and as so many others he could assume the man was long dead. “Razekiel,” he whispered the name, perhaps seeking some sort of confirmation from the scarred woman. “You wish for me to return as well?” he inquired, voice apathetic, yet truly asking her to reveal her deepest thoughts. Inferni held loyalty to him only as long as Kaena was there. He’d waited for her so long within the borders, standing beneath Gabriel simply in the hope his mother would return. But she never had. Not until after he’d already left.
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He’d lost her once before when she’d abandon him to chase Eris halfway around the world. Without warning or farewell she’d up and left, leaving him to believe she’d somehow perished. Kaena Lykoi couldn’t die—she was indestructible in her child’s mind. Samael would die, but only leave behind his mortal, temporary shell. He would live on, immortal and eternal as the Prince of Fear, heir to the everlasting throne of Gehenna. This was simply a game to him, this life, which he played for nothing more than sheer entertainment. His soul was crushed by the afflictions present in this world, eaten away like he was nothing more than some simple, mortal coyote. He needed to raise his head and toss aside his emotions, but the insects were crawling beneath his skin and he longed for his mother to hold him tight against the ever-growing darkness.
She promised not to leave him again, but he knew this could only pertain to the she-yote intentionally departing from him. Death was inevitable, and would take them all in the end. He smiled against her flesh, wishing to make her a queen of hell beside him in the afterlife. They were all damned anyway—heaven held no place for souls so damaged and destroyed. “I don’t know,” he answered as she pulled away to meet his gaze. “I don’t remember a lot of things,” his honesty came, admitting that his memories were sporadic and filled with various holes and blanks. The Angel had stolen away many of his memories, filling in the empty places with phantasms of his own. His life was not run along a consistent timeline—time and space shifted, the present becoming the past and the past becoming the present. The future was certain, filled only with death and he didn’t worry too much about that. He lived in a fairy-tale world birthed by his own madness, where he possessed powers unnatural and perched atop a throne made of the shattered, torn remains of those he’d murdered. Fire breathed from his lungs and leathery, jet wings stretched for miles from his shoulder blades. Twisted horns curled from his brow and demons and mortals fell alike to their knees before him, revering the Prince of Fear.
A comment fell from her lips, passing to ears that twitched with interest. Samael had many brothers, but the only one he could reason for her to speak of so significantly was Razekiel. He hadn’t seen his only full-blood brother in many, many years and as so many others he could assume the man was long dead. “Razekiel,” he whispered the name, perhaps seeking some sort of confirmation from the scarred woman. “You wish for me to return as well?” he inquired, voice apathetic, yet truly asking her to reveal her deepest thoughts. Inferni held loyalty to him only as long as Kaena was there. He’d waited for her so long within the borders, standing beneath Gabriel simply in the hope his mother would return. But she never had. Not until after he’d already left.