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Samael could not understand how any of Kaena’s children could not adore her as he did—well, not exactly as he did, but enough that they’d never abandon her to die, bleeding from a wound she’d received for their own sake. The Prince had never felt anything toward his father, but he’d never imagined the man to be such a fucked up little bastard. Obviously, he claimed to have emerged from Hell, leaving his morals pretty twisted from the beginning. But he never thought that he’d do anything to harm his mother, even if he was pretty useless once he’d fathered Samael and his littermates. Kaena had been there from right from the start, enduring the harsh labor it took to birth them and raising them so carefully and so perfectly. She’d never abandon them until they’d been nearly a year—at that point fully capable of caring for themselves, and while it had still pained him, he hadn’t needed her presence as much as desired it. Perhaps the others she’d been less than attentive with, but once again Samael had always believed she’d loved them the most. Astaroth had seeded them and vanished like the worthless, hollow creature he was, only coming back to claim them later and finding them, naturally, a little older than he’d of desired, according to Kaena. Honestly, if Samael had known all of this he would have loved to have been there on his return, only to send him packing with his tail between his legs and his blood on his own son’s lips. She pulled his hand away from his lips, gently removing the blood from his fingers with her tongue.
The metallic scent of blood briefly permeated the air to his sensitive nose, but desire had been almost fully replaced by hatred, only briefly, hopefully lifting it’s head toward this small, intimate little interaction between them. “If she does, she’ll answer to me,” stated the demon prince, wishing he’d gone and snapped her fragile little neck when he’d first had the chance. Whether or not he’d kill her was debatable, for while the gold coyote would easily rip out her throat without a second thought, the final verdict would remain Kaena’s decision. Her voice had been cold and unforgiving when speaking of her lost daughter, but even so, Samael knew she loved all of her children and he would do nothing to bring about her anger against himself. If he had to, he’d simply maim the little bitch, leaving her barely able to fend for herself and dying a slow, painful death as she’d left for her own mother. A quick, simple death would be longed for, perhaps taking her own life once Samael had finished with her. Fangs bared lustfully, imaging his teeth sinking into her dark-furred pelt, draining the blood within that half flowed through both their veins. “He served his purpose and got what he deserved,” the Prince of Fear stated, crimson eyes gleaming like hellish embers within his scarred face.
Samael could not understand how any of Kaena’s children could not adore her as he did—well, not exactly as he did, but enough that they’d never abandon her to die, bleeding from a wound she’d received for their own sake. The Prince had never felt anything toward his father, but he’d never imagined the man to be such a fucked up little bastard. Obviously, he claimed to have emerged from Hell, leaving his morals pretty twisted from the beginning. But he never thought that he’d do anything to harm his mother, even if he was pretty useless once he’d fathered Samael and his littermates. Kaena had been there from right from the start, enduring the harsh labor it took to birth them and raising them so carefully and so perfectly. She’d never abandon them until they’d been nearly a year—at that point fully capable of caring for themselves, and while it had still pained him, he hadn’t needed her presence as much as desired it. Perhaps the others she’d been less than attentive with, but once again Samael had always believed she’d loved them the most. Astaroth had seeded them and vanished like the worthless, hollow creature he was, only coming back to claim them later and finding them, naturally, a little older than he’d of desired, according to Kaena. Honestly, if Samael had known all of this he would have loved to have been there on his return, only to send him packing with his tail between his legs and his blood on his own son’s lips. She pulled his hand away from his lips, gently removing the blood from his fingers with her tongue.
The metallic scent of blood briefly permeated the air to his sensitive nose, but desire had been almost fully replaced by hatred, only briefly, hopefully lifting it’s head toward this small, intimate little interaction between them. “If she does, she’ll answer to me,” stated the demon prince, wishing he’d gone and snapped her fragile little neck when he’d first had the chance. Whether or not he’d kill her was debatable, for while the gold coyote would easily rip out her throat without a second thought, the final verdict would remain Kaena’s decision. Her voice had been cold and unforgiving when speaking of her lost daughter, but even so, Samael knew she loved all of her children and he would do nothing to bring about her anger against himself. If he had to, he’d simply maim the little bitch, leaving her barely able to fend for herself and dying a slow, painful death as she’d left for her own mother. A quick, simple death would be longed for, perhaps taking her own life once Samael had finished with her. Fangs bared lustfully, imaging his teeth sinking into her dark-furred pelt, draining the blood within that half flowed through both their veins. “He served his purpose and got what he deserved,” the Prince of Fear stated, crimson eyes gleaming like hellish embers within his scarred face.