She caught the taunt in his voice—could hardly refrain from flying straight at him as his poisonous tongue laughed at her. Black pupils threatened to swallow the crimson within her eyes. She thought she had known fear, but now she was far from certain. Without the overpowering flow of adrenaline, the woman highly doubted she would still be standing. While it still felt like it was trying to crawl up her throat, her anxious heart pushed harshly against the inner walls of her chest. She couldn’t force herself to ponder whether or not Samael really would end up hurting her son. The man had already proven that he was not above destroying his own family, so why should the child’s life matter?
An old realization appeared before her then. She was highly unwilling to test his limits, but perhaps the origin of countless new nightmares could be used as feeble ammunition. Their paths had more or less separated after he had shown her what his wicked form of mercy tasted like, but she had to try. ”Please don’t hurt him!” Oh great, now she was pleading. Her feelings for the evil creature were still as conflicted as back then, though right now all she could do was to sense deafening fear and hatred. ”H-he’s your grandchild,” her voice cried out pathetically. The truth brought bile to the back of her tongue.
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