05-04-2010, 05:56 PM
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It was that faint apathy that Samael had always had that left Mkhai more thoughtful than many other Lykois returning home. His eyes were sharp, taking in every inch of the female in a vivid, insatiable curiosity. He wished to learn and know, but he did not wish to follow blindly. She was a warrior queen bathed in blood, and he wished to see with his own eyes. “As well as a madman can be,” he replied, thinking back. “When my mother found him he may as well have been on the verge of death.” He hadn’t lingered extensively long to find out whether or not Samael would regain even an ounce of his former glory. He’d impressed his mother when they’d first encountered with all of his elegance and glory, and now a love that was more obsession had grown, causing her to chase him down and keep him alive when he may have otherwise perished. Indifference lingered within the boy, remembering his absence and knowing he may well have just allowed the beast to walk right off the edge of the earth on his own had it been up to him. “Mkhai,” he offered, granting her the name his mother had given him when he was small. The rest of his title was from his father before he’d even been born, and it didn’t hold as much meaning. Samael hadn’t been there. And he now saw Samael as being weak, for devils did not die, nor did they bleed into deep, dark puddles on the ground. The prince of fear had been distinctly disgusted at his own state, and silently in the background his gray scaled son observed everything. He was being dragged back down to hell piece by piece, and there wasn’t much that he could do about it to save his own soul. Mkhai would be better than him. He would be the true prince of destruction, leveling the world into dust and ash with his own hands. The very thought nearly made him smile. He rose to follow the woman, trailing her into the heart of Inferni and his new home. |