07-06-2008, 12:09 AM
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Gaze moved back to his sibling when he spoke, leaving the tattered remains of the trespasser. Gabriel had said that once to him before, in regards to the fact that they were both the only remainders of each of their litters. Samael didn't know the fate of Razekiel and Ahemait, and while they each could of been dead, he didn't quit believe so. They were made of stronger stuff than that, and to die so easily at the hands of a mortal world was a disgrace and a mockery of everything they were made of and had come from.
Somewhere probably the Prince of Lies was lurking, lying his way to the top like the little spy and traitor he was. And somewhere he believed the Princess of Lust was still alive as well, even fulfilling the destiny written out for her by the prophecy their father had spoken before they were even born. But here remained the Prince of Fear, never leaving the clan his mother had loved so dearly and once ruled. That had lured her back so many times and would perhaps draw her back again one day before hellfire took her.
"And the weak," said the prince, wiping the crimson from his lips. "Don't deserve to exist."[/html]
Somewhere probably the Prince of Lies was lurking, lying his way to the top like the little spy and traitor he was. And somewhere he believed the Princess of Lust was still alive as well, even fulfilling the destiny written out for her by the prophecy their father had spoken before they were even born. But here remained the Prince of Fear, never leaving the clan his mother had loved so dearly and once ruled. That had lured her back so many times and would perhaps draw her back again one day before hellfire took her.
"And the weak," said the prince, wiping the crimson from his lips. "Don't deserve to exist."[/html]