09-16-2008, 01:32 PM
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indent The smell had been the signal. It was all too familiar, sickly-sweet like decomposition in a field of flowers. All of the scent had come from Samael, and Gabriel knew that he was dying. So he had watched him walk through the Waste, staggering, tripping, speaking in tongues. Gabriel followed behind him like a shadow, an unwanted storm cloud. This went on for well over half an hour, and then Samael crossed that invisible line at the end of the world.
indent And as he had when his mother vanished into the wilderness (and perhaps to her own death), Gabriel sat on the edge of that great divide until the sun rose. He knew then, as he had known before, that he would never see Samael again.
indent The smell had been the signal. It was all too familiar, sickly-sweet like decomposition in a field of flowers. All of the scent had come from Samael, and Gabriel knew that he was dying. So he had watched him walk through the Waste, staggering, tripping, speaking in tongues. Gabriel followed behind him like a shadow, an unwanted storm cloud. This went on for well over half an hour, and then Samael crossed that invisible line at the end of the world.
indent And as he had when his mother vanished into the wilderness (and perhaps to her own death), Gabriel sat on the edge of that great divide until the sun rose. He knew then, as he had known before, that he would never see Samael again.