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Kaena was not so certain of herself anymore. Since committing herself to motherhood, she had avowed to be a pillar of everlasting, ever-forgiving love. No matter what atrocity her children committed, they were hers, and she alone would love them when all the world saw them as monsters and demons. Part of her still felt this strongly, her heart beating heavily with love for her progeny, but there was some whispering part of her mind that laid bare a blatant exception to this brilliant, beaming love. If the sable child ever returned to Inferni, Kaena did not know if she could help herself from ripping her limb from limb. She knew there would be violence; that was an absolute certainty. None of her children that had crossed her had escaped bloodshed; they had been punished by her even, unwavering hand. Andrezej certainly would have suffered the same fate had Kaena been around to mete it out to him.
His words echoed her sentiment, and she wanted to clutch him to her and scream to Astaroth's ghost that this was her child and nothing could take that away. Samael would never willingly leave her side, and part of Kaena deeply wished she could return that sole devotion. But there were other children she had borne, and no matter who proclaimed to love her more, she would not deny the others. The gray woman smiled, the tips of her sallow teeth showing as she held him, even as he bit into his hand. Her free one once again found his, pulling his tawny hand from his muzzle gently. She licked away the two pinpricks of blood that had formed where the sharp tips of this teeth had touched his flesh, the faintest twinge of copper across her tongue. "Oh, Sam," she said, dreaminess creeping into her voice . "I pity anyone who would hurt me with you around," that caustic grin showing on her teeth as she squeezed him tighter with her arm.
"I don't imagine Eris would show her face here again," she said, no hint of sadness in her voice. There was only a creeping cold, a razor edge the grizzled hybrid's voice had not held before. Eris had not simply betrayed her; the raven-furred child might as well have plunged that ritual dagger into Kaena's belly herself, and twisted just for good measure. It was tantamount to murder in the scarred woman's mind, and she could not fathom leaving one of her children behind to die a slow and painful death, bleeding out in some forgotten little shithole of a meadow. "You're the only thing of value Astaroth ever did with his life," she said, though her voice was flattened when speaking of him. Vengeance was done and over with; it had been a pathetically short war between the woman and her former lover. She had almost yearned for the same longtime strife she'd had with Salvaged, years of battle and fight stretching between her and the dark coyote. For a hellion, he'd been far too easy.
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Samael could not understand how any of Kaena’s children could not adore her as he did—well, not exactly as he did, but enough that they’d never abandon her to die, bleeding from a wound she’d received for their own sake. The Prince had never felt anything toward his father, but he’d never imagined the man to be such a fucked up little bastard. Obviously, he claimed to have emerged from Hell, leaving his morals pretty twisted from the beginning. But he never thought that he’d do anything to harm his mother, even if he was pretty useless once he’d fathered Samael and his littermates. Kaena had been there from right from the start, enduring the harsh labor it took to birth them and raising them so carefully and so perfectly. She’d never abandon them until they’d been nearly a year—at that point fully capable of caring for themselves, and while it had still pained him, he hadn’t needed her presence as much as desired it. Perhaps the others she’d been less than attentive with, but once again Samael had always believed she’d loved them the most. Astaroth had seeded them and vanished like the worthless, hollow creature he was, only coming back to claim them later and finding them, naturally, a little older than he’d of desired, according to Kaena. Honestly, if Samael had known all of this he would have loved to have been there on his return, only to send him packing with his tail between his legs and his blood on his own son’s lips. She pulled his hand away from his lips, gently removing the blood from his fingers with her tongue.
The metallic scent of blood briefly permeated the air to his sensitive nose, but desire had been almost fully replaced by hatred, only briefly, hopefully lifting it’s head toward this small, intimate little interaction between them. “If she does, she’ll answer to me,” stated the demon prince, wishing he’d gone and snapped her fragile little neck when he’d first had the chance. Whether or not he’d kill her was debatable, for while the gold coyote would easily rip out her throat without a second thought, the final verdict would remain Kaena’s decision. Her voice had been cold and unforgiving when speaking of her lost daughter, but even so, Samael knew she loved all of her children and he would do nothing to bring about her anger against himself. If he had to, he’d simply maim the little bitch, leaving her barely able to fend for herself and dying a slow, painful death as she’d left for her own mother. A quick, simple death would be longed for, perhaps taking her own life once Samael had finished with her. Fangs bared lustfully, imaging his teeth sinking into her dark-furred pelt, draining the blood within that half flowed through both their veins. “He served his purpose and got what he deserved,” the Prince of Fear stated, crimson eyes gleaming like hellish embers within his scarred face.
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Kaena knew all too well that the child had taken after her father, rejecting the Lykoi part of her heritage for something else. The woman did not know that the sable child considered herself spawned of Astaroth, failing to realize the simplicity of the matter. Her clear gray wolf heritage could not have come from her father, who was completely coyote, nor her mother, who was only partially red wolf. It simply did not compute that Eris would be the child of a full-blooded coyote and a half-breed coyote. But Kaena had never so much as spoken to the child following Astaroth's abduction, and the woman had no idea what had gone on between the red-eyed coyote and the bi-color eyed child. There was the ghost of a smile on her lips, and nothing more in reaction to Eris. Better Samael tore the girl's throat out than Kaena. At least then she would not have the blood on her hands, and as guilty as it made her to splash her son with that same blood... part of Kaena knew it would not harm him. He would kill for her without question and without remorse, even those who shared his own blood.
"Yes, and Eris will have hers, sooner or later," Kae added, that same indifference cutting into her tone. She didn't particularly care about what happened to her—if she never showed her face again it wouldn't have bothered Kaena a bit. After all, what could have possibly motivated the sable child to return? She obviously hated her family, Inferni held no sway over her. Only evil intent would bring the girl back here, Kaena felt, and the more people gunning for her, the better. "I hope you're not angry I left," she said after a moment, her voice growing quiet and whispery. "I won't be so stupid again," the woman said, shaking her scarred head. She had too much at stake here, and she allowed that to shine through in a rare moment of self-deprecation.
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Crimson tongue snaked from his mouth to trace across the edges of his lips, thinking of the blood he’d adore to spill. Eyes the color of bloodshed gleamed with the idea, catching the faint light and longing for open wounds. But her words continued, breaking past his morbid fantasies and bringing him right back to harsh reality, where at the moment the only blood touching his lips was his own. “No, Mother,” he whispered in return, voice naturally so soft and breathless. “You’re here now—that’s all that matters to me,” the Prince of Fear continued, pulling himself closer to the warmth of Kaena. He rested his cheek against her furred flesh, reveling in the feelings that crept through his veins like deadly venom when he was so close to her. She was poisonous, and he loved every second of it, wishing to never have to tear himself away from her as he knew would soon have to. He could have been angry she’d left, and probably was, but at the moment all was forgotten, lost in his own mad, twisted little mind. Lips once so cracked and decayed curved into a smile, knowing it would be pure torture should she leave again by death or choice of action, and he didn’t wish to think of such a thing.
“Samael doesn’t wish for Kaena to leave again,” he uttered so softly, barely audible above the dull, natural exhale of breath from his lungs. He held on as though he could hold her in place forever, never letting her go through his own sheer willpower and brute force. He’d tear apart anyone that dared touch her in any manner, and could only fail in the face of her own desires, if she so chose to again leave him on her own, finding the world a far more desirable place than by his side. Shaking like a broken child, eyes closing, he turned his face to the pale pelt of her chest and belly. A burning began in his throat like some kind of sickness and at first he rebelled against it, unsure what sort of emotion was inching forth into existence, creeping through his body so unwillingly. But it broke past some invisible barrier, streaming down his eyes in hot tears as he hid his face from the silver woman, ashamed. He didn’t wish her to see the weakness and mortality that was currently so apparent on his features. He was The Prince of Fear, not some pathetic child, and yet he couldn’t hold back the emotion that was spilling down his cheeks and into her fur as he thought of again losing her.
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The raptor's eye watched Samael, softened imperceptibly in the presence of her child and her child alone. It had lost that edge of fierceness, faded in the quiet tranquility of Samael's proximity. There was comfort and love here, radiating between them; the hybrid could no longer distinguish it from that permeating odor of desire from the tawny canine at her side. He spoke, and there was the slightest sigh of relief from her chest. Maybe that wall between them had always been there, but Gabriel seemed a hair colder to her on their last meeting. Perhaps he truly had tired of cleaning up her messes; the thought frightened the Lykoi woman, but she figured she was done making them. "I'm here to stay," she murmured, a pleased rumbling sound emitting from somewhere deep in her chest.
Kaena Lykoi could do nothing about dying. It was inevitable; the end was simply unavoidable. She could prolong its arrival, certainly, but she could not stave off death forever. The hybrid was aware of some slight change, something suddenly different about the demon beside her. He spoke, his words just a whisper above even the quiet breeze brushing through the twilight that had fallen over the beach, and Kaena had to strain to hear him, cocking one sable ear toward her honey-furred son. There was something else, and his face was against her chest, some strange shake coming from within him. Even the grizzled hybrid herself was confused for a brief moment, failing to understand what was taking place.
The coyote woman placed one hand over his back, her warm palm firmly pressing into his flesh as if to quiet his trembling. She leaned forward with her roan-splashed muzzle, her pink tongue extending to gently lick away the salty tears flowing down the tan cheeks of her son. "I promise," she said, fiercely whispering this phrase into the downy fur of his neck, clutching him to her with that same fire. The scarred muzzle of the old coyote nudged and nuzzled his neck, her fingers stroking his back gently to quiet the flood of emotion that had erupted from him. She did not know it was for her inevitable death, but mistakenly for her long absence and the time they'd been apart, the wasted years.
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Samael would never die, in his own mind, like some mortal creature bound to life only as long as one’s body remained moving. His soul would go on, remaining in existence until the end of time, until the earth was swallowed up in a sea of fire and the dead walked the earth again. He recalled being cast from heaven to the cold darkness below, illuminated only by the Light of the Morning Star—their eternal, everlasting savior. On withered, torn black wings he would obtain the dark skies crimson with smoke and flame, reigning over a burning kingdom of blood and bone. And yet that Prince of Darkness held his face away, hiding the tears that spilled down his sandy cheeks at the thought of this one woman’s demise. “I love you, Mother,” he repeated, his words laden with emotion and adoration, sorrow noticeably tingeing each syllable. She promised she’d stay, but words were nothing more than words and promises hollow, unless her soul was truly bound to this place, unable to ever leave his side again. Pink tongue licked away his tears and one clawed hand followed, wiping his own cheeks to remove the hateful, wretched signs of mortality and frailty. Teeth clenched tight, grazing the edge of his tongue until again the metallic taste of blood flowed quietly into his mouth.
Her embrace was comforting and he succumbed to it, lying against her and allowing her to gently stroke his back to alleviate his sorrow. Desire was constant, but it had taken on a vaguely more innocent tone as conversation had deviated, distracting him from his own lust with his mind on other things. It only faintly shone through as he nuzzled her throat softly, reveling in the physical contact between the two coyotes. The crying faded away and his body stilled, but nails dug into the sand one on hand—the other holding his mother close to his body. Grit sunk into the quick of his fingers, but he didn’t care as long as Kaena was at his side. He would follow her to the ends of the earth and to hell and back if she wished for it. And now that she had returned, she’d once again obtained one of her most loyal followers, if she so wanted him by her side.
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The silvery canine woman was perhaps the only creature on the earth who was not surprised by such a display from Samael. She supposed few had seen his softer side—he was a chaotic, demonic creature, raised in right proper Lykoi fashion. But the hybrid woman had raised him, and she had known him since he was small and innocent, if such a thing had ever been true about Samael. Perhaps the tawny coyote and his ilk were doomed to lead tainted lives from the very start of it all—but even so, what better children could Kaena ask for? Samael was reckless with his mortal life, certainly. The scars criss-crossing his arms and his body were evidence enough for that, but he was utterly devoted to his mother, and he loved her most of all.
Again the coyote hybrid's mind mulled over her son's darker revelation, and again she came to the same conclusion—it did not change a thing. Perhaps that was bad for Samael, but for the hybrid woman it was a relief. She had expected to feel some twinge of disgust, some underlying revulsion at her son's desire, but it had not come. There was only love, pure and blind and everlasting. The coyote woman smiled as he nuzzled her, and stayed close, enjoying the comfort of her child next to her. Many of them, since growing old, held some resentment toward her, though in most cases the hybrid woman could not figure out why. There were a select few who loved her unconditionally and no matter what, and Samael was among them. She answered immediately and almost forcefully, as if to share with him that things were still the same between them—there was no curbing Mother's love. "I love you, Samael," she said, speaking his name now instead of that detached term.
The hybrid wanted to ask him to come home, she wanted to beg and plead for him to return—but even so, would Gabriel have allowed it? The hybrid woman knew her two sons had never gotten along; the scars crossing Samael's face were evidence enough of that. They each purported to serve a different power, one higher and one lower, and perhaps it was simply destiny that they were doomed to hate each other. The coyote woman was saddened by this, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Gabriel was the Aquila, and try as she might, she did not think she could sway his opinion here. Still, Samael's presence in the territories was worth mentioning—perhaps something had changed while she was away.
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