10-08-2009, 10:18 PM
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“My life,” he stated, a small, bloodstained smile crossing his dark lips when he spoke. “Only to one worthy and willing enough to take it.” Samael Lykoi would die on the battlefield at the hands of another. He would be torn down, eaten alive and dragged back to the depths of hell. There he would burn for eternity, torn apart again and again until heaven and earth collided and the dead walked the mortal plane as though they’d never left. Dying in some lonely, sad hole did not suit the hell prince, for he knew death was approaching and it only quickened his heart rate and burned like fire within his lungs. He would kill, kill, and kill again until someone finally had the power and desire to tear him down, destroying his living shell. Every living thing must die, no matter the shade of their soul, and Samael was no different. He may have been born from hellfire and brimstone, but in the end he would fall just as the others. He would return to a throne of broken bones and blood, but until then he was forced to bide his time and wreak whatever havoc his soul could muster. His wings creaked softly, crying out for a sea of blood to bathe in. This woman he longed to add to his destruction, tasting her essence on his tongue and shredding her flesh into pretty little crimson ribbons. Her children he would devour, squealing as their life was stolen away before it’d even truly begun. But first, he would meet her on the battlefield, testing her prowess and worth. Perhaps, if she were found worthy enough it would be she who stole his life and laid his innards out across the autumn grass. Only time would reveal fate’s plan when their paths eventually crossed. |