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Had he been granted a holier soul Samael may have been a kind enough person, but fate had turned him otherwise, leaving his purer attributes to be nothing more than a tool to gain what he wanted. He’d been destined to be a monster before he’d even been born, and despite any other aspects of his nature he would always be nothing more than the hellish demon prince from Gehenna. This woman, like Gabriel, held a different faith than Samael, if basically the same. But they were on opposing ends of the same spectrum, with Samael the beastly devil and each of them the heroic, avenging angels. The cross around her neck had long since attracted his notice just as his half-brother’s scent had and again crimson eyes briefly held the religious symbol within their sight. Faith alone would not burn the devil, chasing him away back into the shadows, and he’d laugh and scoff at any supposedly higher morals from the woman. But the deceiver was just that—appearing as an angel of light until his darker, truer nature was exposed, luring unguarded, careless souls into his deadly grasp. He’d attempt to lure this woman into the darkness with pleasantries and a warm smile, taking her wounded foot and gently washing the blood away with the damp cloth.
He again soaked it in the tide creeping across the sand, dripping briny liquid onto her foot before carefully cleaning it and wiping away any lingering grime and crusted blood. Once satisfied the cut was clean enough, he took the other piece of cloth and wrapped it around her foot tight enough to prevent further blood flow, but not enough to cut off the circulation. Tying a tiny, simple knot below her ankle, he surveyed his work as she offered her name. Jezebel—the immoral queen thrown from her window to the street below to be devoured by dogs for her actions. He smiled faintly at this, curious if this name derived from ancient scripture held any connotation with the dark-haired woman. “Samael,” he replied, supplying his own title as well. Yet his name wasn’t without old storybook tales either, holding a title given to an ancient demon from the bible. But he was just as much a monster as his name suggested, reveling in murder and discord as he sought to destroy the world.
Had he been granted a holier soul Samael may have been a kind enough person, but fate had turned him otherwise, leaving his purer attributes to be nothing more than a tool to gain what he wanted. He’d been destined to be a monster before he’d even been born, and despite any other aspects of his nature he would always be nothing more than the hellish demon prince from Gehenna. This woman, like Gabriel, held a different faith than Samael, if basically the same. But they were on opposing ends of the same spectrum, with Samael the beastly devil and each of them the heroic, avenging angels. The cross around her neck had long since attracted his notice just as his half-brother’s scent had and again crimson eyes briefly held the religious symbol within their sight. Faith alone would not burn the devil, chasing him away back into the shadows, and he’d laugh and scoff at any supposedly higher morals from the woman. But the deceiver was just that—appearing as an angel of light until his darker, truer nature was exposed, luring unguarded, careless souls into his deadly grasp. He’d attempt to lure this woman into the darkness with pleasantries and a warm smile, taking her wounded foot and gently washing the blood away with the damp cloth.
He again soaked it in the tide creeping across the sand, dripping briny liquid onto her foot before carefully cleaning it and wiping away any lingering grime and crusted blood. Once satisfied the cut was clean enough, he took the other piece of cloth and wrapped it around her foot tight enough to prevent further blood flow, but not enough to cut off the circulation. Tying a tiny, simple knot below her ankle, he surveyed his work as she offered her name. Jezebel—the immoral queen thrown from her window to the street below to be devoured by dogs for her actions. He smiled faintly at this, curious if this name derived from ancient scripture held any connotation with the dark-haired woman. “Samael,” he replied, supplying his own title as well. Yet his name wasn’t without old storybook tales either, holding a title given to an ancient demon from the bible. But he was just as much a monster as his name suggested, reveling in murder and discord as he sought to destroy the world.