10-10-2009, 01:14 PM
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Premature death would mean he’d failed the Angel, bringing only minimal amounts of havoc and destruction to the world. It was his destiny to destroy it all, devouring the sun, the moon, and the stars. He was the star-eater, the eternal, cosmic dragon that devoured celestial bodies and brought unending darkness. The dragon had once already been defeated and banished to the shadowy pit, thus the second time around he was wiser and stronger. With fathomless eyes and breath burning of brimstone and flame, he was immortal, and even if again he was cast into the darkness, he would soon rise, over and over until the end of time. “Kaena is the most important,” he whispered, knowing even in his most decrepit of times, when he couldn’t even recall his own name he’d remembered Kaena.
She’d birthed him, and he adored her. If he forgot her, he would lose himself entirely. “Changed?” he repeated questioningly. Samael had changed many times over the years, but his mind was like a river, flowing and moving and diverting paths with the landscape and season. Solace, however, eternally eluded the monster, despite his falsified image of happiness. Murder and destruction would always lead to possessing enemies, and Samael would never be able to leave his back open without awaiting a thrust dagger. “Samael adores Kaena. Whatever Kaena wishes, Samael will oblige,” he said, eyes wide and reverent as they took in her scarred features.
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Premature death would mean he’d failed the Angel, bringing only minimal amounts of havoc and destruction to the world. It was his destiny to destroy it all, devouring the sun, the moon, and the stars. He was the star-eater, the eternal, cosmic dragon that devoured celestial bodies and brought unending darkness. The dragon had once already been defeated and banished to the shadowy pit, thus the second time around he was wiser and stronger. With fathomless eyes and breath burning of brimstone and flame, he was immortal, and even if again he was cast into the darkness, he would soon rise, over and over until the end of time. “Kaena is the most important,” he whispered, knowing even in his most decrepit of times, when he couldn’t even recall his own name he’d remembered Kaena.
She’d birthed him, and he adored her. If he forgot her, he would lose himself entirely. “Changed?” he repeated questioningly. Samael had changed many times over the years, but his mind was like a river, flowing and moving and diverting paths with the landscape and season. Solace, however, eternally eluded the monster, despite his falsified image of happiness. Murder and destruction would always lead to possessing enemies, and Samael would never be able to leave his back open without awaiting a thrust dagger. “Samael adores Kaena. Whatever Kaena wishes, Samael will oblige,” he said, eyes wide and reverent as they took in her scarred features.