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The grizzled ashen hybrid had spent the last few weeks she had been here relentlessly exploring the territories, and most of the day had been spent doing the same. She had wandered over most of Halcyon Mountain, finding it relatively empty and unused. There were a few fresh scent trails here and there, and the Lykoi picked up a recent one and began to follow it, not recognizing its bearer but deciding to see where it lead her regardless. It was a few days old, unrecognizable as anything other than "canine" after some of the rain they'd been getting. The weather didn't seem nearly as threatening today; the clouds looming overhead were lighter gray and showed streaky blue between and beneath them. It was moist and relatively cool, since the sun hadn't had enough time early in the day to heat the earth when the clouds had been thicker. It hadn't rained earlier, but the clouds were finally begin to break, leading to believe Kaena that perhaps the summer weather was coming on—or perhaps not. It was still possible the same storm system that had been plaguing them the past few days would just circle out over the bay, grow more powerful again, and then dump down on them. The hybrid surely didn't know for certain, but it wouldn't have surprised her; that had been the storm's behavior thus far.
It was late afternoon by the time the coyote came to the shoreline, having followed the train until it cut off, making an abrupt right turn in the direction of Phoenix Valley. As it always did, the smell of salt and sand drew Kaena's attention, and she quickly diverted her attention from that fiasco onto the more promising idea of a visit to the real coast. The hybrid woman loved that Inferni had its own private beach, but she truly missed the real ocean—that angry, riotous thing that swelled and battered the coast, at once drawing its foundation out from under it while simultaneously drawing it back, and endless tug of war over the soil closest to the water neither entity could hope to win. That sound grew louder, and the Lykoi woman peered over a relatively steep cliff, seeing a truly secluded beach below. There was a section of cliff separating it from the rest of the coast, and Kaena was too eager to pick her way down the side of the mountain. It was a little ways before she found a somewhat secure path, weaving erratically back and forth as she carefully continued the trek downward.
As she descended, the whole earth seemed to grow quieter, the sounds drowned out by the pounding of the ocean. It had been quite some time since she'd been allowed to enjoy it—her last trek to the ocean coast had ended in a fight with DaVinci. Though both of them had walked away, Kaena had been sore and stiff from that fight for some time, a personal, signed and sealed warning to stay away from that pack. She already knew better, and had no intention of screwing and with Phoenix Valley. This coast was different, though; this coast was secluded and it did not smell as if anyone had been here for some time, though it was easy to mistake that, since the recent torrent of rain had washed away many scents. As the hybrid reached the bottom, she jumped down from the lowest point and landed in the sand, taking off immediately. The grizzled hybrid splashed into the sea at a full run, loving that the waves were wilder than those in the bay but not worrisome. She had traveled in her lupus form, but she shifted to her optime form now in the water. Her body twisted she shifted fluidly, completing the process quickly. Immediately, she dove in quicker, treading water for a few minutes before she began swimming slowly, paddling in a somewhat awkward human-esque pattern.
It was a long time before the Lykoi woman came out of the water, though she never strayed too far from the coast. She was not a terribly powerful swimmer, and she knew even the best of swimmers were powerless against the ocean's tides. She shook herself off, the shaggy, thick mane surrounding her neck and shoulders sticking closely to her head. Her braids had come undone a few days ago, and she was disappointed, knowing whatever she did, hers would not last as long as Rangi's had. She began to explore the small beach, wandering for another hour or so before she returned to the spot near where she'd climbed down. The sun was close to setting, and already the mountain was casting a long shadow over the beach, plunging it into early darkness. The woman settled to the sand, content to stay a few more long minutes before she returned to Inferni for the night. She would return here soon—this was a private sort of beach, and it was out of the way and secluded, much better than the coasts closer to the packs, where she was likely to run into an unfriendly wolf or worse.
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Physical illness had long since fled his body, however the coyote’s mind was long since plagued with mental affliction. He’d healed some, growing strong once again, even if reality remained skewed and distorted from how things truly were around him. Samael was the Deceiver and the Destroyer. He’d once believed the Angel that had come to him in all Light and beauty was a thing of Heaven, but he’d since learned better. Hellfire and damnation were the only things fit for the Prince of Hell, whom longed to become a King and reign on his own throne. Selfish desire rang through him as the bloodlust that turned him on everything, wolf and coyote alike. He was no mortal creature bound by a longing to reside within God’s house. Samael Lykoi was a monster and a blasphemer, and would die as nothing more when his time finally arrived. But such trivial things did not concern him, for this brief life was simply a charade—a momentary game before he returned to his true home within the bowels of Gehenna. He murdered, fucked, raped, and did whatever he saw fit simply for the amusement, spreading darkness and discord wherever he went as he had been commissioned to do by fate and prophecy itself.
But the woman who bore him and the bloodline she headed did hold immense affection for the beast, if such a thing was even possible. The Chaos star of the Lykoi family was branded onto his body and the name used alongside his most commonly spoken title. Thinking of the ashen woman, her name lingering on the edge of his thoughts, a scent broke through his consciousness. Kaena. Like a moth drawn inexplicably toward the flame which burns it, so Samael Lykoi followed his mortal mother’s trail. He’d believed her long since dead and gone, having vanished from her beloved clan without a passing word or a simple farewell, leaving the creature torn and decaying in his loss and misery. The wound had just begun to finally heal into a scar—a permanent reminder of a mark sliced deep, but no longer weeping despair. And yet here was a reminder, like a slap in the face, reopening cuts long since closed and scabbed over, wishing to be forgotten. His face twisting into a vicious look, pace quickening as he sought the source with an almost intent urgency, he wound quickly down the cliffside, nearly stumbling as attention distracted.
She wasn’t supposed to even be alive anymore. Why was she here? Was this simply a torment designed specifically for the beast; a trick of the mind to content his desire? The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon, casting all into darkness. On the beach he stopped in his tracks as suddenly as if he’d been struck, spying the grayscale creature laying in the sands in absolute solitude, other than Samael himself, whose presence remained yet unknown. But his pause was brief, so quick it barely slowed his steps as he slunk forward in his smooth, serpentine manner. “Mother,” he uttered softly, so light it may barely of even been heard even by canine ears, stopping as he did so a few feet away from the woman. She was so beautiful even now, just as he’d remembered her—lovely scars and all. Oh how he’d longed for her and the day they might meet again, but he’d assumed such would have to wait until the afterlife. He’d waited so long in Inferni for her return, but she’d never come back. And then he’d lost his mind and wandered away, lost to the Angel and his brilliant Light.
“I missed you,” was all he said, crimson eyes holding a look of reverence reserved for so few.
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The ocean had held sway over Kaena since Inferni's first home. For the longest time, she knew only the Atlantic coast with its cold water and smallish waves. Gabriel had told her of the ocean on the other side of the world, and she'd told him then she would have liked to see it. When she spoke those words, she didn't think it would happen, but chasing Astaroth and Eris halfway across the world had led her there. She had seen the Pacific ocean, its anger and waves dwarfing even the raging coast Inferni had once called home. It had been a sight, and everything Gabriel had said was true. She did not miss it; it was a strange, frightening, and beautiful thing all at once, but it was not her coast. This was more similar, though the water was certainly far calmer than Hell's Coast.
Though twilight was certainly setting in, Kaena was content to remain on the sand, enjoying the solitude and tranquility of this place. She had no idea of the pack that had formerly lived here, nor the caves containing their artifacts. Her exploration of this private little spot had mostly pertained to the ocean, which she was quite glad to see unmolested by pesky pack wolves. She was not paying attention to anything but the ocean itself, watching the growing darkness spread across the horizon, staining the sea black and purple beneath it. The stars began to appear, slowly and dimly until they devoured the sky, turning it from a bruise-blue to a spotted, sparkling canvas. The yellowed tips of Kaena's canine teeth appeared as she smiled, a slow thing which spread across her face, a strange contentedness and quietness falling over her as she watched the ocean grow dark.
There was little wind in the air of the secluded beach; it was still save for the gentle ocean breeze, blowing Kae's scent toward Samael. Even as the younger coyote made his way clumsily down the same path she'd taken, stumbling in his eagerness to meet his maker, her dark ears did not detect his sounds, not until he was just behind her and breathing her name. The word drove a bolt of lightning through the tattooed chest of the scarred woman, and she whirled immediately to face her son, that single, brilliant eye widening in surprise as she stared at the gold and black coyote, gazing back into Astaroth's eyes as she looked at his slim coyote face. Her jaw hung slightly agape, and their reactions mirrored each other. He wasn't supposed to be among the living; he was supposed to have died from sickness eating his mind away.
The Lykoi woman exhaled after a long moment, her eye fluttering as she looked him over. He was older, worn with more scars and the glint of madness in his eye, but maybe that had been there all along, and the sickness had just eaten away whatever healthy parts of his mind were left. Still, no matter what was left of the Samael she remembered, love flared in her chest for the creature, albeit one far purer than the one that burned in the heart and loins of her son. "Samael," she said, whispering his name, savoring its taste. Like him, she hadn't expected to see her son until she crossed the threshold and entered the spirit world. For all her thoughts of the devils and demons waiting to exact their revenge on her in the afterlife, it hadn't occurred to Kae that perhaps she would have allies by her side, ready to fight for her.
There was a smile on her face, twisted by the scars criss-crossing her features, those deadly yellowed canines baring without an ounce of malice. There was already too much distance between them, and Kaena could not stand even the few feet between them. She was still two-legged, but she crept closer to her four-legged son, peering into his scarred face. She remembered those wounds well, and she'd delivered a (clawless) slap in return to Gabriel, though it hadn't left a permanent mark on her elder son as he had Samael. She frowned faintly, and reached out to touch him, her silver fingers brushing against his golden fur. "And I missed you," she said softly, though she didn't speak of him being dead. That phrase—I thought you were dead—had been uttered too often to her, and it produced a strange enough feeling hearing it, let alone speaking it.
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Darkness had fallen around them, but Samael’s attention was far from the stars and moon—rather the scarred woman before him. His approach had gone unnoticed until his voice spoke out, breaking the white noise of the secluded beach. Kaena whirled around as quickly as though she were expecting an attack, single golden eye widening in obvious surprise at the identity of the intruder. Naturally, the Prince of Fear was oblivious to the rumors of his own death spread by Gabriel to his mother, yet he was unsurprised at her tensity. A woman of her existence could only expect attack by wolves and other, ready to meet their fangs at every waking moment. Samael knew plenty out there would desire his death and be pleased at tales of his demise, but such did not concern him. He’d bare fangs in a mad smile in the face of death, believing himself above such foolish mortal things. Waves crashed against the shore; the sound lingering in the silence between their words. His name was uttered and a mimicry of his own statement, intentionally avoiding outright shock at the fact the other was alive and not yet among the dead.
She moved forward, closing the distance between them and gazing at his scarred, mutilated face. Gabriel had been the first to mark him, but various wounds had since grown since he’d last seen his mother—half inflicted by the Prince himself. Her fingers touched his fur and the coyote’s eyes half closed, lids partially falling across blood-red gaze. Her touch made him want to scream, recoiling and tearing angrily at his own flesh until the blood streamed down his body in brilliant red streaks. He wanted her more than anything; he loved her more than he could stand, but he was not worthy of her affection. Kaena may have been a twisted monster, but she was nothing like the Prince of Hell. Her love was pure and untainted while Samael’s screamed of black incest. He would die if she ever embraced him in the manner he desired, gaining all that he wanted from his world, and yet wanting only more. That touch would be his death, fully consumed by the flames of his lust and need. He’d long since dreamed of her nearly every night, awakening stained and alone, covered in his own blood and sorrow.
He was a lost little child, longing for his mother, but in the manner no son ever should. He leaned closer toward her, dark nose seeking the warm pelt of her neck and a soft whimper growing in his throat, barely audible above the crashing sea. Kaena’s son wished for her arms around him, holding him close and shielding him from everything save herself, utterly enveloped in her absolute affection. It was more than he could take, standing so close and wanting so much, with her fingers just barely caressing his fur. Her scent was in his nose, drowning out all else as Kaena’s presence completely consumed him. The Prince jerked violently back, stepping away so fast the motion could barely be registered. Head lowered and averted, gaze fixed on something invisible in the sand, Samael’s breath caught in his chest. Finally, he lifted his eyes again, taking in the reaction of the ashen woman. “I love you, Mother,” he finally whispered, a strange, strangled pain lacing his words.
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The hybrid female inhaled a quiet breath, smelling that unmistakable scent. He was her child, and she would know him no matter how many years passed between them. There was a bond here that was far stronger than anything else the ashen coyote knew, and though it surely was not unbreakable, it took a hell of a lot of effort to shatter it. His red eyes were the same as his father's, that bloodied gaze staring back at her from the grave, but the crimson gaze staring at her did not incite any feelings of rage toward the dead man. He had paid the price for taking Eris, and in the end it had all been a failed venture anyway. She had come home empty-handed, to a burned territory and nothing left. It was lucky she'd even found this place.
Scarred faces gazed at each other for a long moment, and Samael seemed to recoil for her touch. Horrified, shocked for a moment, the Lykoi matron gazed at him with clear pain in her eyes, wondering why her son would pull away from her. Samael had never shown her anything but the deepest affection and love; there was no invisible wall built between them as there was between Kaena and Gabriel. There was a long, unbearable moment as Samael's ruddy gaze would not meet her single eye, and Kae could only remain, frozen in fear that her Prince had at long last completely rejected her, abandoning her in kind as she had left him behind for Eris. There was no fright for her own life; no matter how mad Samael became, no matter how far the distance between them, she would not be afraid of him.
At long last, that tawny, scarred face turned to greet her again, that stained-red gaze looking deep into the black pit of her missing eye and the brilliant, raptor-like stare of the remaining eye. He spoke of love, but his voice was strange. Kaena remained quiet for a moment, that fierce eye losing its fear, openly searching Samael's face for a long moment. Something was amiss here, something that ran deeper than just madness. Maybe it was older that the insanity, maybe it had been born of the sickness, Kaena did not know. Realization dawned at her at long last, a terrible realization crashing unwelcome into her brain as she realized just how Samael proposed to love her. She was glad for all her years and all her scars, for it was this that lessened the impact; it was the knotted, twisted things criss-crossing her features which kept them carefully neutral, remaining with only a pained smile.
It made sense now—the lovely sun-colored coyote before her had always professed to love his mother, the reverence clear in his eyes. Until that moment, Kaena had no idea of the underlying darkness, the incestuous lust that was certainly in violation of every commandment of nature and morality. The coyote kept her face carefully neutral, speaking the words she knew she ought to. She still meant them with every ounce of her being, regardless of how fucked up Samael was. "I love you, too, son," she said, dropping the world ever-so-carefully at the end of her sentence. For all her years and all her experience, the coyote woman did not know how to react to this revelation. It was a crime, it was disgusting, it was against every shredded, frayed rope of morality the ancient hybrid still had within her, and yet...
A thought crept to the forefront, a sinister, sickening idea that turned the Lykoi woman's stomach even as her own mind produced it. However unholy a potential union between them, however despicable and against the very laws of nature and the earth that bound them temporarily, what was such a union other than... progress? When there was no more room for the love between a mother and son, where else could that rampant love spill but other, closer realms? Love and lust were too close, too easily confused, and the patient, sad smile that had been over the Lykoi woman's scarred muzzle changed imperceptibly, the corners of her charcoal lips turning upwards just the slightest bit more, strengthening that smile that showed just the tips of her yellowed fangs. There was some strange, vague acceptance there, though the Lykoi woman would not yet dare to touch on the subject aloud, and there was still a hefty amount of disturbance in her mind. How could she have failed to see this? It had become increasingly apparent that Samael's feelings and desires were not simply a byproduct of the distemper that had mangled whatever health was left in his head. Maybe he'd always loved her like this.
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There was deep pain in her eye from his perceived rejection and recoil, gazing at him in confusion and hurt. Samael never wanted to hurt his mother, but if she truly understood how he felt, that would probably hurt her more than simple rejection. He couldn’t stand her touch, because it made him want only more, burying his face in her warm coat and inhaling her familiar scent. But if he allowed himself to get so close, would he be able to contain himself, holding back from attempting to attain what he wanted? He understood his weakness and his desire, and he didn’t want to force himself unwanted on the woman—he cared far too much for her, preferring to dwell in restrained misery rather than chase his dear mother away in disgust. She stated her love in return, but it was so different than his, ensuring he knew the meaning. The single word at the end rang in his ears like some sort of finalization, though it was simply his title in relation to her.
Her features were held so carefully in place, attempting to betray no emotion or disgust at the realization of her son’s true affection. He held himself at a distance, not daring to touch her. For so long he’d held himself to secrecy, but others around him had seen and known. Hybrid had known. Hybrid had encountered him when he’d cried her name in his sleep, awakening to turn his attention onto the other coyote, if simply to seek some sort of vague relief. Gabriel had known, even if he’d never directly confront his half-brother. But Kaena had thankfully closed her eyes, keeping him as nothing more than a deeply devoted son who’d walk to the ends of hell and back for her. But then she’d disappeared, taking after some little runt Samael resented and departing from his life with only assumptions of death in her wake. He’d waited for her patiently, biding his time in hopes of her return, but she’d never come back.
Now she was here and he’d since given up on believing they’d ever meet again, leaving him disorientated and unsure how to react, unable to keep his secret any longer and pretend he didn’t desire her. “You don’t.. hate me?” he asked, an uncharacteristic vulnerability creeping into his soft voice. Crimson eyes meet mismatched, a strange fear present in their blood-hued depths. The puppy she’d raised alone in a cave on a beach was alive in his thin features, fearful she’d send him running with bared fangs and absolute revile and revulsion.
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Still, even as the Lykoi woman mulled over this fiasco in her head, she wondered, had the others known? Surely Samael must have betrayed himself to someone; he was so reckless and absolutely royal, the fearsome prince she'd raised him to be, just as Astaroth had instructed. Damn lot of good it had done the dark coyote. It was no surprise her other children would fail to mention such a crucial, revolting detail about her precious Sammie; such things were too terrible to be spoken aloud unless absolutely necessary. Even so, through all her distaste for the idea, Kaena could not hate her son, and that smile softened again as he spoke, and she shook her head firmly, half-lidding her golden eye. She wanted him to be close to her, but now she was afraid of him, though it was a fleeting fear that would fade with time. He was her son, no matter how badly he desired her he couldn't violate her like Kairo had, could he?
The grizzled hybrid could do nothing but shake her head again at her son, finding the very idea absurd. Hate one of her very offspring, the children she had born through sweat and blood in some dank little cave on Inferni's first beach. All of them had been born in the same place, excavated just slightly wider with each litter of Kaena's. It would have been better if it had worked the opposite, starting with Laruku's litter and working up to the eight-head litter that was Ahren's. While the residence would have been more favorable, the strain on Kaena's body would have been far worse if she had given birth to Ahren's massive litter at eight instead of five. The gray hybrid's gaze hadn't left her tawny son, her features showing controlled affecton, lest he got the wrong idea. Could she relax around him again, let her guard down? In time, naturally—but Kaena was a naturally wary being, and she was still too shocked at this revelation and realization to allow herself to calm down.
"Never," she said, a raspy whisper. Again she wished to touch him, but neither did she wish to tempt the devil dancing in his crimson eyes. That red gaze reminded the grizzled hybrid he was just as much Astaroth's son as her own, perhaps capable of the same devilish tricks the man was capable of. "No matter what," she said, knowing it to be true. Vitium had stabbed her in the heart, spoken out against the very things she'd instilled in him since birth, and she still loved him. That thought floated to the forefront of her conscious, a sinister whisper in her ear. It spoke of the most purebred Lykoi, born of only of their genes, a perfect being created from an unspeakable, monstrous act. Emotion shattered her calm exterior for a minute, though it was virtually unidentifiable through the shroud of her scars. She moved for him at once, on impulse, again reaching out for him, damn the consequences. The distance was too much to bear.
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Their blood held beauty and perfection. Kaena had brought their blood into existence with her multiple litters of children, infecting ‘Souls with their chaotic line. It was only because of her that he’d played with the others, truly desiring the Lykoi woman alone from the moment he’d been born. He was a demon, a Prince of Hell created from an already damned soul before he’d even been born and able to commit a single sin himself on this earth. And so he’d been born with unholy thoughts and longings, lacking any sort of morality. Her perfect line was where Samael preferred to chose from, tasting Molochai simply because he had been Kaena’s favorite, and thus hopefully some sort of extension of her. Rachias had been another, taking away her virginity before she’d even fully reached adulthood. And filthy longing for Ahemait, his littermate whom so resembled their mother, yet he’d never touched her, only wanted to. But it was for Kaena he held the strongest desire, loving the woman more than any of her other children, or anyone else alive. She didn’t reject him for his sordid longing, and for this Samael was grateful. If anything, dark thoughts crept into the woman’s head from this peculiar revelation, removed from her features, yet lingered just below the surface out of sight of her son.
She moved for him, again breaking the distance between them on her own. Body tensed for just a moment, as though he were prepared to spring back, but he held his position. Despite her words he knew she could come to hate him given the proper incentive, but the coyote wasn’t willing to commit such acts and turn his mother against him. But he said nothing, allowing the distance to close. He was still in lupus form, while she was shifted completely, able to embrace the currently smaller creature more thoroughly if she so chose. Narrow muzzle finally found her fur, slinking across her shoulder to rest there against her collarbone. He pressed close, closing his eyes and finding himself content to simply be so near to her. “I’m glad,” he whispered, knowing that even so their relationship would never be the same as it had been before. He was wary of the consequences, fearing that she’d intentionally or inadvertently distance herself from him, trying to avoid his sickening lust.
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The distance between the two canines closed, and Sam's head was on her shoulder. She rested her cheek lightly against his neck, that coppery fur brushing up against her face. Her single eye roved his body, looking at the myriad of cuts and scratches, tiny little nicks that had healed into scars. There was carelessness there; he could have easily prevented the scarring on most of them, but he had not chosen to do so. A dull ache had begun in Kaena's chest, and her sable ears were pressed firmly into the thick mess of her silver mane. She wished she hadn't left him; maybe if she had just goddamn stayed he wouldn't have gotten sick, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. For all her supposed devotion to her family, she was a goddamn sorry mother. She hadn't even been around to raise her last litter, and one of them was gone, who knows where, and another was dead, killed by his brother.
No matter how he loved her, it was still love, and why should Samael be punished by further distance from his mother just because he dared to love her more? That thought would not be stifled, and as much as it disturbed the Lykoi it was a beacon of sense amongst all the tangled mess of confusion. The grizzled woman stuffed the thoughts down, forcing them from the forefront of her consciousness. She could deal with this later; there would be plenty of time to contemplate Samael over and over like a stone in the ocean. Maybe she would never really understand him or the source of his desire, but for now she didn't care. There was determination in her, a will to keep this reunion from being spoiled, even with such a filthy revelation such as one she had just experienced.
For a moment, Kaena simply embraced him, holding him close and loose. There was a thought, a momentary urge that told her to shove him away. There was the reminiscence of his father, though Kaena did not hate the man, there was still a fair amount of anger in her for him. He had given her reason to run, he had driven her from Inferni as certainly as if he'd charged into its territory with an army of the undead, forcing Kaena and the coyotes out through warfare. Instead, Astaroth's treachery had not been so simple. The grizzled canine didn't know whether to revere or desecrate the dead coyote; while he had given her Samael and his siblings he would have taken one of them as certainly as he'd kidnapped Eris.
Kaena did not know whether or not to tell Samael of his father. He deserved to know, but the silver hybrid did not wish to further tarnish this reunion between mother and son, no more than it had already been by the son's revelation. It might be better to just get everything out of the way now and rid themselves of whatever might hurt them later. Instead, the silver canine simply remained quiet, enjoying the quiet and proximity to her child, trying to push away all thoughts of anything that might sully their closeness.
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She held him close despite initial shock and assumed hidden revulsion at her son. He opened his eyes, not moving but staring into the space behind them. He didn’t wish for this moment to end, yet even so, he wished for so much more. Muzzle wrinkled faintly, pulling back over deadly canines as he breathed in her scent, tasting her aroma on his tongue. Samael dreamed of shifting and taking her right there on the sand, but the perfect Kaena in his fantasy was utterly willing, not resisting and repulsed by his incestuous desires. A moan died within his throat before it could be voiced, feeling her warmth against his coat and sensing the delicate heartbeat that throbbed within her jugular. It was so easy to kill and so delightful, watching the life fade from one’s eyes and feeling the hot blood on his lips. But he’d never take Kaena’s life without some sort of good reason, for then he’d have to wait once again until they could be reunited, except that it would be all his own fault this time around. It was too much to take, sitting so close her that he began to shift, attempting to displace the agony within his soul on the tension without so he could remain so close to his mother.
The coyote’s smaller form enlarged, equal now to that of the silver hybrid as he gently nuzzled her throat. But she smelled so delicious he wanted a taste. Hand sought hers as forms were now matched, closing his eyes and gently speaking to her neck, muffled by the soft hair. “Kill me,” he whispered, pulling away and gazing into her single eye with his twin red. Fingers touched the base of his throat, tilting his head back so that his fragile windpipe was exposed. Nails gently bit into his own skin, knowing the only way to rid him of his lust would be to kill him, and he didn’t wish to live any longer if his mother would be so torn by his existence. He didn’t want her to flinch when she touched him, or to pull away when they embraced, wondering what horrific thoughts were going through his head.
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They stayed close and quiet for what might have been hours, and Samael's body began to move beneath her fingers. She listened to his bones grind and pop beneath his fur, his skin shifting even beneath her fingers as he grew larger. They were roughly the same size, and his fingers entwined with hers, clutcing her hands. His palms were warm, and she squeezed them slightly, holding onto him tightly. He spoke, and the Lykoi woman's single eye widened, watching him stroke his own throat, presenting that throbbing jugular vein to her. His claws dug into his own throat, and the sable ears on Kaena's head swept back immediately, her hand reaching for his again, grabbing it to pull it away from his skin in one rough motion.
"No," she said, her voice raspy and low. She stared at him with that single eye, burning yellow as it gazed into his bloodied eyes. "I can't," she added quietly, shaking her head from side to side to emphasize the thought. No matter what. He was still her son. She could no more kill him than she could entertain his wild fantasies. The grizzled hybrid could not stand to lose him. Her gray hand held his tightly, and her face showed only love. She had swallowed all of those dark thoughts, hoping he could do the same, at least for the moment. They were together and that was all that mattered.
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She grabbed his hand, roughly pulling his nails away from his throat. Eyes widened in surprise, almost seeming disappointed. He wanted her fangs to slice through his neck, severing his veins and splashing his dark blood on the pale sand. He wanted to feel his own mother killing him, leaving him but a still corpse abandon on the beach—the silence of the night and the crashing of the waves his only epitaph. Only death befit the twisted, dark soul, for this world wasn’t meant for him. He’d even been marked as a sinner by some stranger, carving a permanent scar into his flesh to brand him as an outcast of society, like Cain for killing his own brother. But Kaena refused to kill him. She shook her head, the words softly emitting from her muzzle in a hoarse, dull tone. “But I’m a monster,” he said, muzzle breaking into a vicious, violent grin. His expression was mad, a soft, faint laugh growing in his throat. Kaena was too perfect for him. She loved her family above all else. She killed and murdered as she saw fit, bathing the world in blood. But Samael was imperfect. He was flawed and broken, half relieved his mother knew of his dark desires, and yet wishing to once again pretend everything was fine as they’d always done before.
But he couldn’t change who he was—in fact, he embraced it. There was nothing he would do to change the monster he was born to be, and only death could stop him, cast eternally into the abyss. Darkness danced in his vision, demons sliding into view and creeping ever closer. He bared his fangs at the shadows, smiling in the face of imminent death and damnation. “I could do it myself if you’d like,” he purred softly, again moving closer to his mother. He nuzzled Kaena’s chin, licking her bony jaw. “That way you won’t even have to bloody your hands.” Puppy-like, he leaned fully against her chest, curling up and soaking in her warmth. Dark nose sought her fur, burying itself in her coat as he spoke. “I could tear out my own throat in some far-away cave. You don’t even have to watch, and no one would have to find me.” He smiled in an innocent manner that didn’t quite reflect the words he spoke. If she wished him to kill himself then for her, and only her, he would.
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That memory had shaken her to the core, and she gazed at Samael with hurt in her eyes as he spoke. She could only respond in kind and throw in that she was a monster—what else would she be, if she hadn't killed her flesh and blood? That act alone was enough to condemn the silver woman, let alone the rest of her malevolent deeds. "So am I," she said, though her voice was deflated, destroyed. He was on her, his tongue gently lapping her jaw, and for a moment Kaena was almost ready to give in to him. If it took this to keep Samael from chasing death, she would relent. Her son was worth that to her, though she did not know if she could swallow the event itself. She did not know how she would sleep after that, but then she supposed some were doomed to sleeplessness. But there was nothing more than closeness after that touch of his tongue, a small, sharp head against her chest. She placed her hand on the other side of it, stroking the scarred golden fur softly even as he dreamed of death.
The tips of her teeth dug into the coal of her lips and she pressed her chin against the top of Samael's head, her nose buried in the silky fur behind his ear. He did not smell of death or disease, just her son, and the faintest stench of desire. It was not enough to repel the woman from her child, and she only held him tighter, as if to squeeze away the feverish thoughts of dying and desire. "I don't want you to die," she affirmed. "You don't deserve it, just for..." she trailed off, still unable to say it. "Just for loving me more," she quickly remembered the words, settling on that vague enough phrase—it was not derisive of Samael and it did not feel so strange to say them.
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“But Kaena is a beautiful monster,” said the coyote, voice so filled with love and reverence for the silver woman. “Samael loves Kaena.” And he spoke only the truth, words laden with uncharacteristic emotion. He adored her above all other living things, for she’d given him life in this world and embodied absolute perfection in his eyes. He was unworthy of her, and unfit to cause her grief. If she’d be happier with him dead, then he’d slit his own throat and throw himself into the ocean. But she didn’t wish for that, and so Samael contented himself with her closeness.
Head nuzzled against her chest in the manner of a small feline, gaining pleasure from the warmth and comfort of another’s body. He even purred softly, growling deep in his throat in a tone that spoke of only affection. Desire permeated from his flesh, radiating off each and every hair of his gold and ebony coat. One hand snaked around her waist, the other gliding across her chest to rest against her shoulder. He leaned heavily against her, as though unobtrusively, intentionally aiming to push her off balance into the sand. Muzzle sought her neck, pressing close as he longed to lie beside her in the sand that still held the warmth of day.
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The coyote woman could not help but recall her son as the small thing he had once been. Tiny and helpless and barely furry, he had exited her body and breathed his first life on earth, divined to wrought fear unto the world. It was an undertaking Kaena had taken readily; she had needed little provocation to have bedded Astaroth. He had been attractive to her even in the throes of death, that not so distant past in that dingy little meadow. The deceptive foretelling of Samael and his siblings perhaps hadn't even been necessary to seduce to the gray hybrid into laying with the dark coyote.
The younger canine spoke, and the woman's eye squeezed shut in an almost involuntary reaction. The world beautiful would always sound tainted in the tawny coyote's mouth now, but his voice kept her close to him as he spoke again. His words were brimming with love and emotion, plain and clear to the silver woman. How could Samael ever think she wanted him to die? The thought was absurd to the coyote, even as her son's fingers grazed her chest and found her shoulder, his weight leaning against her. She found herself leaning back willingly. The warmth and comfort of the sand pressed against her back, and she found her single eye roaming the purplish twilight stretching above her. "Samael is my sweetest prince," the coyote whispered in reply.
Her hand clutched for his wrist, wanting him beside her almost as badly. No matter the knowledge of her son's darker motives and urges, there was that overwhelming need within her to remain as his mother. The silvery canine simply could not reject him, certainly not kill him for what he was. Her fingers found the rough patch of scar tissue on his neck and she frowned, her silver fingers tracing it even as he settled beside her, his warm body pressing up to her side. She reached to wrap her arm around him and shut that solo eye, closing it from the world around her for an long moment. Her muzzle found his hair and she murmured those same words in kind into that thick gold fur, curiously lacking their previous attachment, that single word which had acted as a clear, stout barricade. "I love you."
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Samael found beauty in the world. The blood dripping from a wound was beautiful—open gashes and delicate, dark bruises blooming across exposed skin. The decay of one’s body, disintegrating back into the earth as maggots devoured the flesh enraptured the monstrous beast. And especially he found loveliness in the life slowly fading from one’s eyes, allowing the blank, glassy look of death to fill vision only moments ago so filled with fire and fear. Kaena in his eyes embodied all these things and more, so covered in scars and stinking of bloodshed. He adored her and everything she’d done, taking pleasure in the sea of bodies his lovely mother left in her wake. He moved beside her in the sand, twining one foot against hers and embracing her with his arm across her pale-furred belly. He pressed closed, intentionally keeping his belly to the sand, shielding any obvious signs of arousal from the silver woman should they manifest. She did not need that, already disturbed by her hellish son’s incestuous revelation. Thin muzzle rested against her shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of her dark hair. “Where did you go?” he asked, so curious as to what intrigue within the world had stolen his mother away for so long.
She hadn’t returned with that strange, dark brat from Rachias’ litter, and honestly the tawny monster hoped she was dead. The less creatures vying for his mother’s affection the better, for Samael had been honestly jealous of her newest litter when they’d been born. He, Razekiel, and Ahemait had been her favorite, raised away and in absolute seclusion for much of their childhood. They’d been her proudest, her most loved (at least, in his eyes), and then those new brats had come along and he’d been forgotten. Samael had wished to kill them, sneaking into the den and snapping their tiny necks during the night in a rare moment when Kaena left them alone. But that’d mean facing her wrath and eternal rejection, for the moment she’d found out what he’d done, she’d surely have struck out at him. Family meant so much to her, and the woman loved all of her children. And so he’d swallowed back the bitterness and loneliness, watching from afar as she fawned over some other puppies, and then vanished without a trace or a single word of farewell.
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Here was that love, clearly embodied in Samael as he stayed so close to her, the infatuation evident in his eyes, and Kaena had been so callous as to reject it. There was some faint twinge of regret in her, and she leaned against him, holding him with her closer arm as the opposite hand sought to hold his. The question brought a lengthy silence from the woman as she wondered what to tell him. There was no doubt that it would be truthful; lying to her son was out of the question for the silver hybrid. But there was still that difficult question of how to tell him that she'd abandoned everything here without a question to chase his father and the daughter of a madman across the country.
A heavy sigh rattled her chest at last, and she spoke. "Your father came back," she said, flinching ever so slightly at the mention of the man. "You, Ahemait, and Razekiel were too old for him by then, but Eris was just the right age. He took her and I chased them very far," she said. It seemed very simple, but there was nearly two years of absence to account for. She turned to him, looking at him for a moment with that brilliant eye. There was no regret in her eye or her tone as she spoke. "I sent him back to hell," the coyote added, even now doubtful of the coyote's purported wicked origins. Even so, it didn't much matter; the Lykoi woman had created a breed of demon in her own right, shining clearly in Sam's sanguine eyes.
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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.
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Her son didn't have much of a reaction to her revelation to him, other than the slightest laugh. Her golden eye regarded him carefully, searching his face, but she found his reaction to be genuine. After all, why would Sam hold any attachment to that coyote who had merely served to supply half of his genes? It wasn't as if the dead coyote had ever made a contribution to their lives other than his genetic material; their fatherly figure had been Molochai if it had been anyone. Kaena and her golden son had raised them alone, and in a final act of rejection and abandonment toward his children, Astaroth himself had found them too aged for his uses upon his return.
The coyote woman breathed in again, resting her chin over Samael's muzzle. He had not moved or spoken, so she continued speaking, her words coming to her slowly. "I chased them to the far edge of the world, to the opposite ocean. Fighting him almost killed me." She pushed his hand toward her belly, drawing his fingers over the puckered, still-pink flesh slashed across her belly. She hadn't seen that ornate ritual dagger until it was too late. There was another shaky sigh, and she turned her head away from him, gazing to the bruise-purple sky. "Eris left me to die," she said, very simply. The hurt was obvious in her voice; though it was not the first time she had experienced betrayal by a child. Vitium's treachery hadn't made Eris's any easier.
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Her chin touched his muzzle, shifting slightly with each word as she continued speaking. Samael listened, not only to the words emitting from her lips, but the simple sound of her voice that was so familiar, and yet so strange to his ears. It had been so long, he’d dreamed every inch and every aspect of her had been branded into his memory eternally unchanged, unable to be extracted even through sickness, and yet even now as he looked on, there were things he was surprised to see, yet knew they’d always been. Shapes and colors he hadn’t been aware were there, his original memory altered and blurred over the course of time and age. Yet he studied her as much as he could, determined to never again forget anything about her, taking in her voice and committing it to memory as he face and scars. Her hand moved his, tracing his fingers across a near-deadly scar carved into her belly. The touch angered him, the source sparking hellfire within his pale chest. Crimson eyes burned, fangs involuntarily baring beneath blackened lips. Astaroth had nearly killed her, and Eris had abandoned her. The little brat she’d traveled half way across the world to rescue had left her own mother to die, uncaring of her fate as she bled to death in some remote, far-away land.
Samael’s mane and hackles bristled violently, seeming to spark with static energy toward this sickening turn of events. “Fuck the little bitch,” he snarled, uncaring if even now, Kaena still held some affection toward the being and defended her even after such a betrayal. “And fuck that useless bastard,” the coyote growled, apathy distinctly turned toward aggression for his supposedly satanic sire. He’d dare to lay his fingers on his mother, and attempted to end her life. Samael would not stand for that. If she hadn’t sent him to hell already herself, the Prince of Fear would track him down himself, tearing out his throat for harming his Kaena. “Let someone touch you while I’m around,” he hissed through his fangs, claws biting into the palm of his own hand as though he desired to lay them into some poor soul’s still beating heart, releasing some of his pent up frustration.
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