shut up you're talking too loud

[Samael Lykoi]

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That mad, unnecessary grin remained on Samael's face at his brother's words. A cruel, clown-like expression that didn't make his features any more friendly, but if anything had the exact opposite effect. "And I bet you'd know all about my mother wouldn't you, seeing as you're my brother?" he replied, desire not forgotten with everything else. Her face and her scars were burned into his memory just as clearly as the Angel's. Her name might not be as lucid, but he knew he loved and wanted his mother. It was the disease that plagued him and clouded his thoughts, throwing his madness into a hinderance rather than a finely tuned weapon. Like plucking a thorn from his side the only way he would ever feel better and become complete would be to completely remove her from him, but Samael could never attain such a feat. Not while he longed so thoroughly for the woman who'd borne him as much as he did.

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