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It had been a dream that awaken him, screaming out a familiar name into the night. A memory and a horror, clawing it’s way into his thoughts and leaving the demon’s heart beat reverberating against his chest cavity. He cried out in terror, clawing at his face and chest, hoping to remove the lingering emotion from his body. It was like poison, edging slowly through his veins and slowly killing him. A nightmare and nothing more, he could convince himself, but Samael could not be certain. Not without the sight and feel of her against his body. He rose, mechanically turning his nose toward the north and heading off at a pace nearly a run. He would travel to the ends of the earth for her, and a few miles on a cloudless night were nothing to the beast. He could not stand to believe his fears were true, but only her comforting embrace could keep the darkness away.
Only the one called mother could cradle her child against her chest, chasing all of the demons away and bringing peace to his troubled mind. Her name was like a whispered chant, reiterating again and again within his bony skull. It echoed off the edges of his mind, luring him onward into the night like a brilliant beacon against the dark, starless sky. With burning eyes and horror written on his thin features Samael ran—chest burning and lungs heaving, but nothing could keep him away from her. Nothing but the collapse of his mortal body and the destruction of his everlasting soul. Not when he’d seen her alive and breathing such a short time ago.
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The silvery hybrid was brooding again. Her thoughts were on her family, as usual—where had they all roamed? Her lovely and lost children, the ones who'd gone so far. There were those who'd stayed, the unexpected Gabriel and the devoted Samael. Neither had seemed likely to remain so close to their mother, and yet here they were—the only two presences in all of the land Kaena could associate herself with. There were more distant relatives, beloved the same—but this was her core, and her heart ached to find it had dwindled again. Molochai had returned for only a brief few weeks, staying and catching up with Mother and the family before drifting away again. He'd spoken of family and wanting his own, and though it broke the sliver left of the woman's hardened heart, she wished he would find his happiness and a woman to plant his seed within. He would return, someday. They would all come crawling back to her, but what if they only came after she was dead?
That thought in particular hurt; she could not imagine never seeing her precious childrens' faces again. There was an ache that had risen in her chest, and she stealthily crept from her cave in the night, keeping quiet so she did not rouse Fatin. Her single searing eye blinked several times in the clear, crisp night, and she paused for a moment in the center of Inferni's territory, her sable ears twisting back and forth to listen to the breeze and the ocean. She could hear the crashing of the waves in the distance; it was a comfort that the hybrid woman would have missed terribly. The absence of the ocean in the wide open plains at the heart of the southern part of the continent, that had been the worst. Kaena had never considered herself a sea-faring creature, she did not appreciate boats or floating above the water, but to be beside the ocean was familiar and comforting to the silvery hybrid.
Her thoughts turned back to her children as the coyote woman walked forward. She was in her Optime form, as she had taken to sleeping in that form since acquiring a cave and a flat, ratty old pillow and her scratchy green blanket. The hybrid woman was still lanky in this form, her body still lengthy of limb and carved of sharp angles. Kaena generally did not prefer to wander or walk anywhere in this form, as her four-legged bodies were generally quicker and the Lupus possessed the most stamina of them all. Still, it was late, and she simply could not sleep yet, and she would only be an hour's trek around her border. This was her usual pattern when insomnia gripped her; the grizzled Centurion had ringed the coyote's perimeter countless times in the dead of night.
Tonight had begun no differently, with the coyote woman sleepless in her den and headed to the outskirts of the coyote realm, but on her way, a strange and unexpected thing occurred. A familiar smell drifted over the breeze to the ashen hybrid, and her features seemed to light with the approach of Samael. She immediately diverted her course to intercept him, listening with her dulled hearing for his approach. The right ear had not worked so well for many years now, and she hardly even remembered who had caused the wound—had it been Salvaged, or someone else? She did not recall. Still, the unmistakable sound of frantic paws pounding the earth came to the silver coyote, and immediately her demeanor changed with this sound.
Rushing forward, her remaining eye widened, remembering other times when her children had run to her. Had it been so long ago that her trio of demonic puppies had come crawling back, the brothers supporting the sister who clung faintly to life? The hybrid woman was grim even as her lovely son approached, fear in her eyes. She did not smell blood—that was a good thing. Before long he appeared in her sight, and she whined loudly to him, beckoning him closer while still stepping toward him herself. "What's wrong, Samael?" she said quickly, her usual rasp elevated with a tinge of fear. There was distress on his features, and he was breathing hard—had he run all the way here to her?
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And then she was there before him. Moving toward him even as he raced for her. His fear had been infectious, showing in her single eye and in her voice even as she spoke out to him. A dream that had seemed so real now seemed foolish and childish as he moved closer, inhaling her familiar scent. Yet he could not erase the lingering emotion as he closed in, pressing his head against her chest and utterly submitting himself to her. “I had a bad dream,” he whispered, voice faint and frightened as a scared puppy.
He’d dreamed she’d died again, leaving him once again lost without his mother. He’d seen her mangled corpse, bleeding and broken with a hollow, yellow eye. His darkest fears realized as he’d done years ago, dreaming again and again he’d never see her again. Yet here she was, alive and well and speaking to him as she’d always done. He buried himself in her fur, closing his eyes and wishing away the darkness, allowing only the scent and wicked smile of Kaena to live within his thoughts.
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Here was her battered and scarred son, so damaged like her. Her glittering single eye roved over his features as if she had never seen him before, devouring every inch of him. It was always a delight to see one of her children; they had grown so strong and so big. Samael especially; his scars were an outward expression of survivalism and warfare at once, lingering reminders of the pain he had endured throughout his life. Like her, so like her. If there was nothing else in Kaena, there was pain. She did not deign to show it often anymore, but parts of her ached like hell. There were holes in her heart, dead and dried up pieces that had withered to dust years ago, as family and lovers and children alike were stripped from her.
There was that foul part of living so long—Kaena had outlasted many of her children. Ikatha and Baneesh had not lived to see their first birthday, nor had Maeryn or Andrezej. Part of her mourned their loss of life at such a young age; part of her thought it was better they had not lived to see their prime and been cut down in the midst of it. Loss was loss either way, and the hybrid felt no differently however she might have attempted to rationalize their death. It hurt all the same. Her son was against her then, warmth and that familiar smell she had known since his birth and the very instant he had emerged from her body. Each one of them was unforgettable; like a shark to blood, Kaena could track them down in a thousand other smells.
For all his fearsomeness, Kaena knew the other side of Samael, the side he likely did not allow others to view so blatantly. But she was his mother; she had whelped him and sustained him from her very body and given him life. It was not so with every one of her children, she knew—some of them very well might have hated her, and Kaena did not know them half as well as she would have hoped. She wrapped her arms around him, glad that she had not chosen to walk as a wolf. "But you are awake and the dream is gone now," she murmured softly to him, her fingers stroking the tawny fur of his mane of his hair. Some of them were cursed with dreams, nightmares, crawling and creeping things that haunted sleep and kept them awake at night. Why else would she have been wandering at such an hour?
The hybrid woman did not dream as often as she used to; some nights were blessed quiet, but when she did, it was always of death. It was not always her own; sometimes she simply saw the death she had witnessed and in many instances caused over her long life. Her history was one of split flesh and spilled blood, put simply. It was one of the many paradoxes or cruelties of the universe that she had ended up becoming a giver of life, mother to so many. No doubt it was her family's existence which had simmered the boiling personality she had once had. No doubt it still existed, bubbling incessantly beneath the surface of her head. "What did you dream of?" she asked him quietly, at once fearing and knowing the answer. In so many ways, Samael was most like her of all the many children she had raised. With scars like theirs, it was easy to figure out what filled their most secret thoughts.
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Just being so close to her filled him with such solace and such longing all at once. He longed for her to look at him as he looked at her, yet he knew such a thing could very well destroy them both. He envied the men she’d slept with, allowing them to take and taste what he so desired. Molochai had been his temporary stanch, as so many others before and after. Anyone and anything he could pour his lust into he did without fail, fulfilling his needs and desires with ravenous frenzy. To claw them apart, and claw at himself, losing himself in mortal, physical pain to ease the suffering of his mind. Even with the peace he felt at Kaena’s return, his soul was destroyed and his mind a broken, failing machine. Each and every day he was dying, slowly inching closer and closer to the inevitable. He didn’t have many years to last—none with a shattered, ailing mind could expect to outlive many of the creatures around them. He was killing himself, draining his blood and being onto the ground with the force of his own nails.
This feeling of content was only a brief, short-lived easing to his internal agony, and soon again the voices would speak and the darkness would beckon. He would fall into the pit, dragged down by the many demons that haunted him, fated to spend eternity torn from limp to limp again and again in an endless, eternal cycle. His wings were torn and mangled, creaking and groaning with each pained, pathetic movement. Maggots would soon force their way through the backs of his eyes, eating away at his brain and soul. He leaned his head into her chest, taking in her familiar scent and the simple touch of her fur against his cheek. “I dreamed.. that I lost you,” he stated softly, voice fading into a quiet, mournful silence. Murder and death filled his thoughts, dreams mingled with insects, decay and darkness. He could feel worms crawling beneath his skin when he closed his eyes, and smell the heady, thick stench of decay all around him.
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He whispered to her then, his dreams of her death seeming to haunt him. The coyote woman's hand strokes his hair gently, her fingers kneading through the knots that had entangled themselves into them. He was so damaged, so like her—the hybrid gave a little sigh and rested her chin against the top of his head, her breath tickling against his ear. "I will not leave you again," she promised, knowing it was a lie through her teeth—the only way this could come to pass would be if Samael died before she did, and the hybrid woman would not wish that on either of them. She had children ripped from her grasp before. "Do you dream such things often?" she said, pulling away so her yellowed eye could look into his crimson ones. Even behind all of the rage and discomfort in them, there was an echoing, mournful sadness lurking there.
The night was quiet for a long time, deathly still and free of any of the usual noises of small animals moving about, crickets chirping, owls hooting. It seemed all had fallen completely silent about them, though out of respect or fear, Kaena could not tell. A thought occurred to her, and she tilted her head to the side, her yellowed eye searching Samael's "Your brother has come home," she said to him softly, naturally meaning his only whole-blooded brother, Razekiel. Though there was happiness in her voice, there was a strange sort of ache, perhaps missing the child who lurked on the outside of Inferni's border, though Kaena could certainly see why, considering Samael and Gabriel's history.
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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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The coyote woman frowned, nodding but deciding to press the issue no further. Maybe it was better for Samael if he did not recall his head's darkest parts, for Kaena was quite glad she could not recall certain pieces of her memory. There were things she was simply better off not remembering. "You remember what's important, though," she said softly. He remembered her, and he held her in the highest regard.
The ash-furred coyote nodded. Of her three demon-children, Razekiel was the most willful, the wildest—one he had passed from her life, she had not expected him to return. At least she'd held the most loyal of her children here with her, lovely Samael. "He's changed," she said simply, though she still did not know whether or not his changes in personality were desirable or not. The hybrid woman could not determine from their single brief meeting whether or not he was an entirely different canine.
Samael's question brought an odd look to the hybrid's face, almost pained. The coyote studied him for a minute, her golden eye searching his tawny face. "I would love to be closer to you," she ventured. Samael would come to her if only she desired his presence, but the hybrid woman did not wish for him to suffer if he did not desire to live amongst the coyotes. She knew Gabriel did not approve of his wicked ways, but the coyote woman could hardly hold Samael's personality—for which she was almost solely responsible—against him.
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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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The prophecy foretold to the hybrid woman may or may not have been true. The hybrid woman had obtained no further information than that, she had only been interested in seeking the sable-furred coyote's blood, and nothing more. She was almost certain Eris's head had been filled with the same garbage as her own, perhaps even more sinister than that, for Kaena could not fathom what an adult coyote like Astaroth would want with a child so small as Eris. Were it not for the girl's betrayal of her mother, the ashen woman might have even felt sorry for whatever had happened between her raven daughter and deceptive lover.
Still, she could hardly spoil the illusion. Even if the giver of the gift had been a liar, perhaps what he had stood for had not. The coyote woman could only look into Samael's bloodied gaze and see the despair and destruction swirling inside of them to get an inkling that perhaps the devil himself was alive in her children. Razekiel had turned out so wildly different from his brother, regarding his mother in the same loving manner, but... so different than the scarred tawny coyote in her arms. None of her other children held her like this, none of the rest of them demanded her body still as they did, though Samael had been weaned from her sustenance long ago.
She kept these murmuring thoughts quiet and still as they should be, her sable ears turned to the whisper escaping the sable lips of the younger Lykoi. These brought a smile to her own, and she clutched him tighter, again thoughts bubbling in her head. The others did not allow her to hold and give her love at will. Gabriel had never given her anything but loyalty through the years, and now she had the opportunity to do the same for him. It seemed difficult to express her love for him in ways other than that, though at times she certainly wished to pin him to the ground and smother him like she did Samael. Molochai was a fleeting meteor over the twilight horizon by now, drifted on to places other than where his mother lurked. This pained the coyote, as he had sworn to stay—but on he went, like so many of the others.
The hybrid smiled almost sheepishly at his question, unsure of how to answer it, though she herself had approached the subject. "He is not the very same Razekiel I remember," she said simply, though she was not absolutely certain this was an accurate statement. Certainly he was the same physically, if a little larger and a little leaner. But there was something simply different about him, and the silvery canine could not pin it down. He was still her son, though, and he was not bad in being different. It simply was, and it was something the silvery hybrid would have to become accustomed to. The tawny hybrid spoke again, and the coyote woman remained silent for a moment afterward, a smile warming her lips at the first statement, grinding down into contemplation the next.
Her single eye met his gaze for that minute. "Would you come home to me, dearest Samael?" she asked quietly, knowing the answer already but wishing for politeness and to respect Samael's wishes, if he had any beyond her direction. It was both frightening and lovely to have another creature so entwined in her grasp, though Kaena was comfortable with it; she would never hurt him. Still, the lurking thought that perhaps this was not the best for her son remained in her head.
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Even if she commanded him to take his own life, slitting his throat with his own claws Samael would do so with absolute adoration and pleasure. Mother was never wrong, and even if she was, he loved her far too much to care. Even if she was the wickedest soul on the planet, deserving nothing save death and eternal damnation Samael would love her above all else. He himself was damned and cursed, with a ravaged mind and a torn, destroyed body. He was the whore and the sinner, selling himself for nothing more than an added scar and a drop of blood. He was a killer, taking lives for nothing more than the sheer pleasure of shredded flesh. Whatever she asked him to do, he would commit to without a second thought or contrary desire. Just being in her service and allowed to stand by her side was enough to content him for eternity and more. Though he always wanted something else, something more, he’d long come to accept his dreams would remain nothing more than that.
Razekiel had changed. It did not surprise Samael, though he was vaguely interested to see what had become of his littermate. Ahemait had long since vanished, and Raze had disappeared long before that, assumed by the tawny creature into death’s inescapable, loving embrace. He’d become nothing more than an afterthought, long forgotten save dreams and memories since faded and blurred into oblivion. There was nothing to remember from his vague sibling, so Samael could not judge too harshly when he finally did encounter his only full-blooded brother—unless the man was a stranger bearing love and daises. Yet nothing in her tone suggested so drastic a change, so he shrugged it off like nothing more than some insignificant, uninteresting thought. “If Kaena wishes it, Samael will do nothing but what she desires,” he continued, cheek leaning against her fur and reveling in the closeness of the only woman he’d ever truly loved.
He wanted nothing more than to be her shadow, commanded and ensnared by the Lykoi matron who’d birthed him and so many others. He would be her slave, waiting on her hand and foot and fulfilling anything and everything she asked of him, no matter how gruesome or distasteful. In some way, he wanted to be destroyed by her own hand, murdered by what he loved and dying with a satisfied, content smile on his lips. He wanted her to tear him apart.
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It just so happened that Razekiel did come bearing flowers and daisies, though it did not occur to Kaena that his siblings would not accept such a change. She had done so without second thought, this new incarnation of her lead-furred son returning to her was more than enough. Kaena had never expected him to come back home to her; the hybrid woman assumed that he had gone for good when he did not come back within the first two years of his departure. But perhaps four was the more magical number, and the coyote woman smiled vaguely as she thought of her other son, though she buried her muzzle into the physically present one's fur, wondering what she had just done to herself by readmitting Samael to the clan.
Surely Gabriel would be surprised, surely displeased—but Kaena could hardly care. She wanted them all back, every last one of her roving and dead children, and if she had the power she might have resurrected Andrezej from the grave, if only to know him as a mother should have. Surely, this would return to nail her in the ass; she knew the Aquila would disapprove of Samael's presence in the clan again, though she wondered just how vocally he would voice that opinion. The tawny-and-black elder son had always had problems with Samael, though Kaena did not truly understand them. She quite clearly recalled striking Gabriel for his tussle with Samael when they were much younger, and the coyote woman sorely hoped she would not have to throw herself in the middle of such a conflict again.
The hybrid woman drew her head back, looking at Samael as he spoke. The words were lovely for a mother to hear, and dangerous. Kaena could not think of using her own child for personal gain, but it was surely a lovely thought to know she had her own personal advocate in the coyote's ranks, her own Hydra, so to speak—though she would hardly push for Samael to attain that rank, since he was not Gabriel's biggest fan. She drew a breath in and spoke. "Gabriel has ranked me beneath him in the time since we've last seen each other, so I needn't ask him if I can count you amongst our own," the hybrid said carefully, though she meant no disrespect to the Aquila by the statement. Perhaps he would regret giving her that power, even—or maybe revoke it. That angered Kaena, but she did not fear it. For his leadership, he was still her son, and she still held some decaying semblance of power over the boy. He had come from her, after all.
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Kaena was his queen, even if Gabriel ultimately wore her crown for the time being. She was the warrior goddess, unmatched by any mortal or otherwise. He would bow his head to only her, groveling at her feet and willing himself to whatever she commanded of him. His brother was a shadow in comparison with their mother—nothing save a figurehead truly beneath the queen that’d created them all from her womb. He didn’t fear his brother nor his wrath. He’d only made the choice not to return to Inferni after he’d left because Kaena was not there.
He’d begun to believe she’d died, lain to waste in some far-away, distant land where he’d never find her nor hear word of her demise. Thus the clan held no interest for the monster, bowing his head and holding rank in a clan that only reminded him of what he’d lost. The world beyond held greater sway, with bodies to burn and souls to steal in countless amounts. After she’d spoken, the prince said nothing, rather laying his head quietly against her fur again and closing his eyes. There was nothing more to say for him, so he fell to silence, holding his breath and listening to the faint thump of her heart beating within her chest.
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The silvery coyote enjoyed this closeness with her children, even if she knew that she toed a dangerous line with Samael. His love extended beyond the reach of a normal child's, though the hybrid had no fear of him. He was a monster, yes, but he was her monster, and he would never seek to hurt her. The hybrid smiled just a little, her scarred muzzle crinkling with it, and she held him tightly. "We can live together like a family again," the hybrid mused, murmuring a secret hope of her own to her boy, marveling at his closeness. The rest didn't hug her like this, like they were still puppies that needed her. The rest were beyond needing her, too adult and wrapped into their own lives to require their own mother's presence anymore, but not Samael. Samael would always need her, and that was strangely comforting to the hybrid woman.
A heavy sigh escaped the hybrid's lips, and she could not help but miss Ahemait. Her brothers were here, and she was the missing puzzle piece to this part of Kaena's life. At least one of her litters stood the best chance of being complete; this one, they'd all survived to adulthood and they were all still kicking, though Kae had pondered Razekiel's death not a week before his return. "I worry about you, alone," she said. The silvery hybrid shut her eye tightly, and a shiver ran through her body. "I'm just glad you're here now," she said, shaking her head and wondering how she had come so close to losing something so precious, how she had walked walked away from this at a different time in her life. She could not fathom it; there was not a single thing that could have driven her away now.
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In some ways Samael wanted to die. He wanted to feel the life fading from his body, growing cold as darkness swept across his senses. He wanted to be torn apart and mangled, withstanding a pain greater than anything else he’d experienced thus far. He slashed his own body to pieces, but he never made that final cut—that last slice that would drain all of the warmth from his flesh. He knew with an absolute, unwavering certainty that he’d be reincarnated into the true demon prince—the hellish, indomitable Prince of Fear. And he enjoyed taking lives just as much, feeling their fear as shadows devoured their senses. He almost adored taking lives most of all, destroying strays he found in the city and anyone that crossed his mind at just the wrong moment in time. The flash of a blade in the moonlight and a muffled thud as it entered yielding flesh—just the thought thrilled and aroused him into sheer ecstasy.
“I love you, mother,” he whispered, uncaring of the rest of his family as long as Kaena was by his side. Oh, Razekiel and Ahemait had once held utter adoration from the male, but time had drawn them apart in his mind as memories dulled and faded into history. It was as though they were dead to him, lost and buried beneath ash and six feet of soil. The others had never held as much. Mortals never meant much to Samael save dear, sweet Kaena. “I will never leave your side unless you ask me to,” he continued, voice soft and reverent as a child’s in the presence of god, for she was truly a goddess in his eyes.
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Family was the most important thing to Kaena, and her children were the only family that she knew. If her ancestors had still been around, likely she would have altered the definition of family to mean only her own progeny—but since the wolves and coyotes and dogs that had given rise to Kaena Lykoi were all dead, family naturally meant only that which still lived. Her children were all she had left in the world, and Kaena would have it no other way. After all, for all her idolization of Andre, he had walked away from her pregnant mother, had he not? That lessened him from his greatness in Kaena's eyes.
This was the same twisted sort of love Kairo had shown her when they were young together, but the hybrid women knew she had nothing to fear from Samael. He would never hurt her, he would never force himself on her—true, his love had risen beyond the normal range of mother-son love, but the hybrid didn't figure on anything actually occurring between them unless she was the one to act on it. "I love you, my dearest Samael," she responded quietly, stroking his golden fur. It was growing dark with the fall, steadily shifting to shadow after being sunny for the summer. She smiled, and added, "I would not send you away," the coyote said, not caring what she might face for loving a monster—after all, he was her pet monster.
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