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- Samael Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html]
Every movement brought about a sickeningly delightful sensation of agony, tearing through the half-healed wounds across his body. Scabs tore and bled, allowing darkness to seep down his arms and torso, reminding him that he still lived and breathed. It was a fucking tragedy. He didn’t deserve to live—not after what he’d done, and what he’d failed to do. He punished himself, reserving the final right for another soul—his beloved, should fate allow it. Until then, he would ensure that he was reminded each and every day of just what a worthless prince he was. He had been destined for greatness, but he’d fallen. The fallen angel had succumbed to decay. It was fucking ironic. He carried nothing save a knife, wreaking havoc on his mortal form. Mortification of the flesh, he’d flay himself alive had he the means. His sorrow was apparent—his self-deprecation demanding physical manifestation of the wrongs he’d committed. He could not go on if he didn’t make things right, or die in the process. Silently, he moved along the coast, inhaling the briny scent of the ocean and the summer breeze slowly washing ashore. It would be dawn soon. He could see the distant eastern horizon beginning to glow, though from here it would not be as magnificent, for the ocean here faced the wrong way for such a spectacle. The sunset he could see though, as darkness consumed the world. He seated himself on a rock, turning crimson gaze toward a pair of seagulls as they squabbled airborne over something insignificant. He hadn’t eaten in ages. He was gaunt, skeletal, with ragged hair that veiled his features. He didn’t move, not for the longest time. He may as well have become a part of the very shoreline itself. - Halo Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html] lalaalalalaalal
.halotab b {font-weight:normal; color:#cc0000; letter-spacing:.5px; } .halotabooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .halotab p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .halotab {margin:0 auto; width:364px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... alotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px double #000; padding: 310px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Samael Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html] He conversed with shadows, silently speaking a tongue foreign to the mortal world. They caressed his hair, pushing through the dark locks with skeletal hands and burning, glowing eyes of hellfire and breath of sulfur. They told him of what he’d done, reminding him again and again. Eyes closed, allowing the barrage of insults to fly, crashing against his soul in an infernal tide. He had failed, failed, failed. He was worthless. Serpentine voices hissed in his ears, laughing in sickly, soft voices in harsh, guttural tones. He opened his eyes. He was no longer alone. Turning, crimson eyes first fell on the child, so near, he was almost within reach. Dark hunger rose in his soul—his physical form crying out for sustenance as it slowly starved and withered away. One thin, clawed hand extended outward, palm up, as he lowered himself forward, leaning invitingly toward the young wolf. Hair still concealed his features, hanging limp and drab across his face, though crimson eyes peered between the dark strands. “Here, child,” he hissed, voice hoarse from lack of use. Curiosity may have possessed the child’s soul, though wariness won out, fueled by its mother’s voice as she cried out. Halo. He knew her. Even as her voice faded from the air he sprung forward, snatching the child up in his hands. Beneath the forearms he lifted him, cradling him as gently as he would one that he adored. He remained where he was, standing silhouetted against the sea and the early morning sky, moving one finger toward the child’s face to soft brush against the damp puppy nose. Cruel smile graced his features, stretching carnally across the canine’s muzzle. “Don’t fret,” he purred, gently stroking the soft fur between the ears. - Halo Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html]
.halotab b {font-weight:normal; color:#cc0000; letter-spacing:.5px; } .halotabooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .halotab p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .halotab {margin:0 auto; width:364px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... alotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px double #000; padding: 310px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Samael Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html] Fear may have held the child immobile, but Halo moved with intent straight toward him. Vision shifted from the boy back toward the woman, smiling vaguely. “Oh, is he your’s?” he asked, tone taunting. The Lykoi name may have held some form of protection from the beast over their family, but he hadn’t been in his right mind in a long time. Lucid he may have been, but rational thought had long since vanished. Face moved toward the child’s, gently kissing him lightly upon the brow. “How lovely,” he said, continuing to cradle the boy within his arms, holding him as though he mattered. Perhaps he did, if Halo made it so. He’d once considered her his own, though he’d since pierced his nails straight into her heart and damaged her soul with his own dark, tainted hands. What he still thought of her remained to be seen. Actions would dictate, for Samael himself did not plan out his actions, nor his responses. He could tear the child limb from limb right now before her very eyes, or place him lightly back upon the ground to allow him to trundle right back into the safety of her embrace. Crimson gaze narrowed distastefully. - Halo Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html]
.halotab b {font-weight:normal; color:#cc0000; letter-spacing:.5px; } .halotabooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .halotab p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .halotab {margin:0 auto; width:364px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... alotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px double #000; padding: 310px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Samael Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html] Desperation grew at his words, flooding her as though from an electrical shock. His smile grew, twisting his worn features into something monstrous, though like a blow her words caused the expression to flicker momentarily. Not the pleading, begging tone she’d taken, but the words, perhaps misused in ignorance and nothing more. “Wouldn’t you mean nephew?” he asked, tone callous. His muzzle wrinkled, holding the child in a less comforting embrace. A simple slip up and nothing more, he’d assume, for nothing else could be the truth. Vitium had sired these children despite any resemblance that Halo held with himself—Vitium, that wicked, traitorous bastard that made Samael feel like a saint, for Samael had never betrayed her in his entire life. He had failed her—gruesomely so—but he had never turned his back on her save to flee in spineless cowardice. He had taken his time in returning, unable to face her when he knew what he’d done. He’d failed, the worst crime of all. He deserved to be stoned to death, flayed alive, and so much more. She should not forgive him for this weakness, as he didn’t deserve her adoration or praise any longer. She hadn’t entrusted him with the truth, and he hadn’t avenged her. He didn’t belong here anymore, if he ever had. He was worthless now—his presence a dark, intolerable stain on starched linen. - Halo Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html]
.halotab b {font-weight:normal; color:#cc0000; letter-spacing:.5px; } .halotabooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .halotab p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .halotab {margin:0 auto; width:364px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... alotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px double #000; padding: 310px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Samael Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html] Fear, hopelessness, despair—any sort of dark wickedness within one’s soul fed the demon, fueling him further than mere food or water ever could. His body was starved for true sustenance, though the thought had long since ceased to occur. He didn’t move, drawing no further nor nearer to the female as she clutched desperately for her child. “Daddy?” he repeated, the word as acidic on his tongue as it’d been on her’s. “How? I thought Vitium was your father?” the hell prince asked, his brother’s name spoken with absolute loathing. Blood red eyes remained narrowed, uncertain what sort of ploy this girl was conjuring up, twisting against him. He hadn’t been her father before, so why should it have suddenly changed now? He took a single step back, holding the child closer to his bony chest, out of her grasp. “I won’t hurt him unless you give me reason to,” he said, more truthful than not at this point. He was intrigued and it showed, though if she proved nothing more than a liar he’d tear the boy apart without remorse right in front of her very eyes. - Halo Lykoi - 07-23-2010 [html]
.halotab b {font-weight:normal; color:#cc0000; letter-spacing:.5px; } .halotabooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .halotab p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .halotab {margin:0 auto; width:364px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... alotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px double #000; padding: 310px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Samael Lykoi - 07-24-2010 [html] The name. He’d never been one to recall names with absolute certainty, though something in the surname conjured up an image of silver eyes and snow-white hair. The rest was mere gibberish, but there was something alluring about the name “Soul” and its connotations—something morbid, and something ethereal. “A pale white she-wolf?” he said, more to himself than to Halo, for he was certain that he knew who her mother was now. Always, there’d been something about light-haired women—the dove-like, flawless exterior unmatched by the hollow, wolfen soul within. They were lovely on the outside, yet worthless within. He loved to damage that exterior, staining the unmarred surface crimson and black with his filthy hands. It wasn’t as though they’d ever met again. But the time matched, and he could imagine the truth as it was. One last stroke found the boy’s head before he held him out to the girl, relinquishing his hold on the child. There was no reason to be cruel any longer to Halo. He would give her what she wanted and provide no further reason for tears to leak down her cheeks. She’d been birthed of destruction and sin after all. - Halo Lykoi - 07-24-2010 [html]
.halotab b {font-weight:normal; color:#cc0000; letter-spacing:.5px; } .halotabooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;color:#fff;} .halotab p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .halotab {margin:0 auto; width:364px; background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... alotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px double #000; padding: 310px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#fff; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Samael Lykoi - 07-24-2010 [html] She took the child back and stepped away. He turned away as well, saying nothing, as he reached for the knife that’d fallen forgotten to the ground when he’d lunged for the child. Blowing dust from the deadly silver he seated himself on the rock that he’d originally been reposed upon, as though never disturbed in the slightest. It was a weary, almost defeated motion, allowing all desire for cruelty to fade into nothing. She was his child. What the hell did that mean? He’d never cared before about any of the countless offspring he’d sired before. He didn’t even know how many bastards ran about with his blood running through their veins and crimson eyes in their heads. The edge of the blade moved between his lips in a thoughtful motion, though he shared nothing. “What’s his name?” he finally asked, having already forgotten the title she’d cried out in warning, summoning the child back to the safety of her side. - Halo Lykoi - 07-24-2010 [html]
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