kill the head before the body is infected.
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        His trail took him far out into the open and into the sparsely populated plains of the waste where his brother lurked. He was seated still as stone atop a bolder, with only the telltale exposure of his breath on the frigid air to reveal he was even alive. His ear turned toward Samael, showing he knew well he was approaching, but did little else to herald his arrival. Seating himself at a decent distance, he regarded his half-sibling through narrowed, bloodstained eyes.


        “You might wear her crown, but she’s still your mother,” he stated simply, expressing Kaena’s eternal domination over her offspring. The child may overthrow or kill the parent, but Samael would never, ever wish to raise his head above the woman who’d created him. In his eyes, she was everything and he wouldn’t dare change the relationship birthed the day he’d arrived into the world. Slight variables may have been added over time, but Kaena would remain his lord and master just as the angel above.

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