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It was as if the same electricity that had come shooting up from the earth had struck Samael and set him aflame. Even though aggression was rushing through his body, and making his world red-black, a horrible grin pulled back at the corners of his mouth and turned his face wicked. They were no longer enemies, but now beasts of equal and terrible need. Haku Soul was to lose his life, and he was to lose it on this hellish night. Gabriel’s black and goal coat bristled and rose all along his spine once more. Adrenaline and bloodlust raced through his body, and as his darker sibling turned and ran headlong towards Dahlia de Mai.
Predatorily instinct, the only thing short of God he obeyed, screamed that the Aquila follow. And he did, rushing after the smaller coyote, his much larger form taking greater strides and soon catching up to the madman. No further words needed to be exchanged between the brothers. Now they had only the singular purpose and desire to fulfill. Despite the dull and all too familiar ache in his shoulder, Gabriel kept stride with Samael. The world was silent around them, and the two sounded like terrible thunder rushing towards their southern neighbor. There would be no warning, and no mercy.
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