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Cages, more cages! The girl hummed pleasantly under her breath while she strode into the pet store. The door had been made out of glass, which at one point had been shattered by something gods knew what. The girl was elegant as she was beautiful, and danced around the pieces of glass like the wicked angel she was. Creatures had harvested the city heavily, but it seemed like Halo was one of the first to collect cages. She wanted to continue with her rodents. To keep them only to eat wolves was a silly thing. After she had started to feed them, they had begun to reproduce, and Halo was determined to screw those little brains up. No matter how lowly people thought of the rodents, they were actually clever things. The girl reached out for one of the better cages, one of those worth a few extra bucks just because it looked more glamorous than the rest and offered food bowl and one of those odd round things that the rodents ran around in to get exercise.
She stretched and scratched the bottom side of the cage, but it seemed she was destined not to reach it. The girl growled under her breath, but this was not a problem that would remain unsolved for long. She knew what she wanted: that cage, but decided to browse the shop a bit more. The pet food on the shelves was way outdated. On the lowest shelves, hungry animals had raided, but she miraculously found some untouched stuff here and there. Awesome. She normally offered her pets raw flesh, but there would be some of them that would be treated differently from now on.
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The carrion crows were picking out his eyes, removing all traces of the bloodred gaze that once shone from that hollow skull. Withered black wings were broken and crumpled, held at unnatural angles as picked, bleached bones protruded from shadowy feathers. Maggots crept through his flesh, crawling beneath his skin and devouring him alive while a strangled cry died in his torn, gaping hole of a throat.
He opened his eyes, baring snow-white fangs at the muted sunshine that shone through the broken glass. Thunder rumbled in the distance, warning the coyote of an approaching storm, but he could have cared less about a little rain and lightning. Rising, sleep ever evaded the beast, always alert and on edge for the creeping shadows that longed to steal his flesh. But he didn’t need sleep—sleep was too close to death, lying dormant and vulnerable, simply awaiting demons to tear into your soul. Samael simply couldn’t stand for that.
The ravens cried, flocking around the outside of the building as the coyote slunk into the brilliant, external world—black cloak wrapped around his streamline form. He could see Them, eyes hollow and vacant, decay breathing from their flesh. Lost souls eternally damned to wander the earth in limbo, ever unable to attain paradise or hell. They moved for him, calling his name in longing, pitiful tones while reaching with barren, bony fingers. They wished for him to join them, wandering the mortal realm as though he had no place better to be. He sneered, again showing deadly teeth behind blackened lips.
The scent of Inferni and a hybrid lured him onward, moving into the darkness of a building to watch the girl gathering supplies. Claws sunk into the wooden frame of the door, watching her every movement with sanguine vision. A crimson chaos star, symbol of the Lykoi’s blood, was branded onto her chest just as his arm, and he smiled—a deadly, devastating expression devoid of any true affection. Suddenly, he became aware of a dark desire and the Prince of Fear immediately knew he wanted a taste, whomever this strange little Lykoi girl might be.
Lykoi meant perfection, and Lykoi meant Kaena. That was worth far more than the simple scent tag of Inferni lingering in her coyote colored coat. “Little Lykoi, who are you?” Samael inquired sweet as sin, stepping further into the shadows toward the creature.
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The girl’s ruby eyes narrowed in instant suspicion at the being that suddenly blocked the shop exit. This was a man that had instantly recognized her as Lykoi, and if there was anything worth knowing about Halo, it was that she was fucking proud of being just that; a Lykoi. Her chest shot out slightly as she corrected her pose, because this was a male and she was always ready to show off her youthful beauty. Then, a delicate smirk spread across her delicate lips. The male moved all too soon, and it occurred to the Lykoi girl that she was actually trapped inside here if he decided to be mean. A hand slowly crept up to her hip in search for a gun that was not there. After she had tossed her clothes away she had rarely brought her gun her whenever she ventured out of Inferni. Her nose picked up on his scent. It smelled of family, ever so slightly of Kaena. Her sharp gaze found the man’s Lykoi star, and her smile suddenly became sincere. A relative! She turned fully to gaze upon him, as always feeling a pinch of disappointment when intriguing males turned out to be family.
The girl’s light melody came out strong and delicious as she replied to his question. ”I’m Halo.” What would he think of her now? Would he foolishly believe that she was that little angel with a halo of purity lighting up the dark? The young hybrid was a falling angel, one that had not yet hit the ground. She ached to do so though, but the girl had yet to experience her first proper kill. It would come though. She knew it would. ”Who are you, big Lykoi?” she asked teasingly, that flirting smile of hers gleaming with false innocence. The hand that had searched for a nonexistent gun had settled there on her hip as if that had been its destination all along. The girl’s face tilted slightly to the side, and some of her dark locks fell down in front of her eyes. Halo knew nothing of another Lykoi roaming these lands. She had thought they were all in Inferni. Could this be an uncle of some kind?
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It mattered little to Samael whether or not his lovers shared blood, and if anything the demon preferred those who bore the Lykoi name. Their blood held perfection, and he desired it’s taste, as apparent in his love for Kaena and his actions with his little sister. Age, gender, or ties of family did nothing to deter him from getting what he wanted. And this little girl looked tasty and new—someone he’d yet to encounter, yet bore the crimson star of his mother proudly across her chest. The smile lingered on his face, twisting scarred features into an expression worthy of fear in a soul unaccustomed to beings such as himself. Halo was her name, apparently, and it drew amusement across his lips, smoldering in blood-red eyes. Somehow, if this girl was a true Lykoi, he doubted the title suited her, suggesting angels and purity unworthy of their kind. A fallen angel more like it, dark with bloodstained wings and bleeding eyes. “Samael,” he responding, answering with his own given name just as she had—Lykoi already obviously assumed between them.
He hadn’t asked for just her name in his inquiry though, despite it’s apparent simplicity. Unspoken, he’d also wished to learn exactly who she was: where she’d come from, who’d sired or borne her, who exactly told her of the Lykoi line and were the tellings worthy and accurate. Briefly, he could only wonder whether or not she was some illegitimate child he himself had spawned, but already he knew that wasn’t possible without asking. He hadn’t slept with any women proud enough of their Lykoi lineage, and he’d never seen the girl before this moment himself, so that was out of the question. But who had fathered her? Or given birth to her? “Who are your parents?” he asked more directly now, desiring information as much as he desired the little girl. The coyote moved further into the room, sensing uncertainty within the child and longing to turn that uncertainty into pure, unadulterated fear. Fear was what he lived on, breathing in it’s delicate fumes like sweet, deadly poison.
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Samael, should it sound familiar? Yes. He was an uncle, but not of the same litter as the damned Vitium Lykoi, her father. Her smile stayed on, though those blood red eyes revealed a vague uncertainty that was now creeping up along her spine. It pleased her to meet yet another family member, but there was something wrong here. She could not point a finger on what it was. He seemed not to be threatening in any way, but a light touch of claustrophobia tapped her on her shoulder, and she was afraid that it might start to strangle her soon. There had to be a reason why she felt like this. The girl swallowed, though still seemed to be confident. Perhaps her body was picking up on those signals that her brain had not as of yet. ”Astaroth’s son.” her light melody whispered together with a slightly uneasy exhale. Kaena Lykoi had not mentioned Samael in any particular way, only fleetingly when she had revealed the Lykoi woman’s history and life in the Inferni clan.
His next question caused a grimace to splatter across her face. That brilliant ruby darkened slightly, as it always did when her parents were mentioned. ”Vitium and some whore.” the girl spat before her facial expression yet again smoothed out and returned back to be beautiful. He came closer, but she was determined that she would stand her ground. After all, he was family, right? She highly loved the Lykoi name, and therefore she surely had to love those who had not been declared traitors. She quickly licked her lips, wondering why her throat suddenly went dry. Her red pools stared at his, which resembled blood more than anything else. How much blood had he devoured lately? She did not know what to say, so she remained silent, allowing that little smile to re-enter her face in order to better ignore and dismiss her fluttering heart.
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She knew of his father and that interested him. Obviously, this girl already knew about him, and yet he knew nothing about her so far. How unfair. She remained uneasy, distrusting him despite her attempts to keep a cool composure on the outside. Pink tongue slid between his teeth, tracing a line across the edge of his lip as he contemplated. Astaroth was dead. Other than siring Samael and his siblings, and nearly killing Kaena, the fucking bastard had been completely worthless. Hearing of his latest deed before his demise, the coyote himself would have hunted him down and taken his life had his mother not done it already. No one touched Kaena Lykoi and lived—Samael would see to that.
Her face showed utter revulsion at the mention of her parentage and for only a moment the beast was curious. But he grinned once he realized, knowing the name of his traitorous brother. “I see you’re a bit smarter than that brother of mine,” he stated coolly, referring to the fact that Halo had obviously immersed herself within the Lykoi legacy and Inferni itself—utterly loyal as it seemed. But contempt could be faked and loyalties pretended just as an actress in a play. Only time could tell if this girl meant what she appeared to believe, holding herself above the bastard that betrayed his own blood and clan.
Inferni had never meant much to Samael. It had been nothing more than a waiting point for the creature. And when his memory fled in the throes of sickness, he’d fled the land as his body faded, nearing death and darkness before his proper time. He’d thought of overthrowing the current king, his half-brother, in the past and reigning over his mother’s former kingdom, but he wasn’t sure he desired something so minimal. His reaches far outweighed a simple coyote clan whose numbers dwindled further and further with the passing of each day. And he would use them for nothing more than inflicting chaos onto the lands, wrecking havoc wherever he could. They might not even be able to stand up to that, destroyed within his hands like a fragile toy.
Their complete loyalty would be paramount, and Samael wasn’t sure he could rely on every single coyote that dwelled within the clan. Bowing his head to his brother’s crown had only been done by force, at the will of his mother’s choice of right-hand man, when he had resided there within Inferni. Only Kaena and the Angel could willingly cause the beast to fall to his knees, lowering his head not like a prince, but a lowly, groveling servant. But for them and only them he would serve until the end of time.
“I’m shocked he could father something so lovely,” he purred, fingers brushing across the pale, knotted scars of the opposite forearm—wounds he’d willingly inflicted on himself. Samael adored pain as much as he adored fear, and he could feel the knife-like edges of his claws biting into his skin, tempting the brilliant blood that bubbled just beneath the surface.
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His compliment made roses slowly broom on every cheek. The star shone proudly on her chest above her beating heart, but she held no love for her sire. Once she had, but Gabriel had shattered her little dream world when she had arrived, and the rage would forever burn hot in her chest. That was what it felt like, at least. She was afraid of being judged for that bad blood. Kaena was the first that had openly and fully seemed to accept the Lykoi girl and was probably what had made her stay when her siblings had not. Enigma had vanished in the mist, and she had not seen Jael’s white form anywhere lately. His scent seemed to slowly fade away together with the memories from her old life.
His next words caused some of the unease to slip off. A few fingers brushed the dark locks out of her face, and she looked at him, let her eyes travel down and take in his general form. It was hard to let go of those eyes, but now when she finally did, her eyes were investigating the scars that were scattered across his body. He did not share his mother’s coloration, but there was resemblance. Scars intrigued the girl more than anything. Few would see Kaena Lykoi as beautiful today, but Halo did. Scars were beauty in another form. She wondered what stories Samael’s scars would speak of if she decided to listen.
”You think I’m pretty?” the girl smiled shyly as she let her red gaze rediscover his face. Her stomach was churning uncomfortably, but it would be a lie to claim that this man did not fascinate her. She wanted to know more.
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The deceiver was slowly gaining the girl’s trust, he could tell, as time wore on and their conversation grew. Trust was essential when betraying a creature or gathering an ally, and this girl he assumed would be more ally than enemy unless she betrayed him first. He wouldn’t hurt her unless she gave him reason to, as his mother’s blood flowing through her veins was automatic protection against the Prince of Fear. Rachias he’d given a choice at first, but she’d angered him and would have hurt her in return had Arkham not stepped in to save the day. Rage burned beneath the surface at the pair of them whenever he thought about that day, remembering his sister’s rejection and his brother’s blind attack. If he ever laid eyes on either of his elusive siblings again he’d probably ease some of his anger with tooth and claw, inflicting wounds in return for their actions against him.
Samael could hate his own family as much as love them, and it didn’t hurt him any more than the simple idea of losing valuable blood in their destruction. That litter should never have been, and Samael knew it. They’d stolen his mother’s affection with their birth, replacing perfection with something less and stealing valuable time with Kaena away from him. This girl had not been birthed by Kaena though. She was a grandchild of her’s and thus a generation removed from Samael.
Her crimson vision moved across his scars, momentarily stealing away from bloodstained vision to carefully investigate the rest of him. “Of course,” he replied with a beautiful smile that on any other face would have felt warm and inviting. “You are a Lykoi, are you not? All Lykois are born beautiful,” the Prince continued, thinking back on his traitorous brother. They were all granted perfection at birth, but it was life and ultimately choices made along the way that destroyed that beauty. Samael had been born with a perfect coyote face and delicate, elegant features belonging to an angel. He’d ruined that with his scars, whoring himself off to anyone who desired his flesh.
Kaena’s scars only added to her beauty, but his own marred his loveliness and stole away from the deceptive beauty that was meant to gain him access to anyone’s heart and soul that he so desired, allowing him to destroy them from the inside out. “But you may be a rarity even among us,” the Prince of Fear continued, sensing a darkness within the girl that only added to her charm. Murder lay within her bloodred eyes, and Samael would love to see that shadow grow, enveloping her until a true monster emerged with more than just dreams of destruction.
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Halo had potential, but she was still so young. Vitium had done a magnificent job at corrupting her at a young age, but she still needed what only age and experience could give. She had not yet taken her first life, but if her most recent victim had not received outside help, the girl would have had a splendid time watching her beloved rodents eat the damn creature alive. Luck seemed not to be on her side often though. She wanted to gain that experience. She wanted to feel how it was to have a canine’s death on her conscience. Back to Halo’s age however, she was hollow and blue eyed still in many ways. If a being tried hard enough to play her, there were high chances that they would succeed, though only if the individual in question was of coyote blood. The racism in her was strong.
Her nerves were calming down with his smile and gentle voice. The Lykoi star and his general appearance already seemed to speak of some sort of safety, though there was something dangerous too lurking just below the dark surface where she could not see. His smile reassured her further, and she felt the distress slowly fade further, losing its grip on her. Kaena had merely given her Samael’s name. Surely she would have commented on him further if he was a danger. He reassured her that she was a pleasant sight, and her content mood was obvious. She could easily agree with his words. She was so fucking proud of that name. Her blood contained filth and she was deeply ashamed of that. She still bore the name proudly though. Kaena and the clan had accepted her, and despite her dirty blood she still was one of them.
All Lykois are born beautiful, he said. He still was too, then. Or? She took a step towards the male, her ashen tail moving elegantly behind her. Copper ears flickered backwards as his delicious words complimented her further. Halo was very content with unique appearance she had been given. Her blood was muddled, but the coyote genes had stuck out hard against the wolf. One could not see how much wolf she carried. She was glad for that. ”Yes.” the girl purred, agreeing to everything he said. Another step towards him, eyes back at those scars. ”Can I touch your scars?” the girl wondered. She had asked Kaena the same question back when she had first met the woman. One day she would have her own. She prayed those would tell tales worth listening to. She wanted to reach out to touch, but hesitated.
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Samael enjoyed corruption. His blood was black, branded with hellfire and chaos from both his mother and his father. But darkness was beautiful and he reveled in decay and destruction, adoring the site of exposed bone and broken, bruised flesh. This girl could be just the same. He could see it in her eyes, longing for things not unlike what Samael himself dreamt of every time he closed his eyes. It was a shame he himself had not sired her, but rather his lowly, despicable brother Vitium. He took absolutely no notice of even the children he himself had seeded, but this girl was something different. Wolf’s blood ran strong in her veins—perhaps even stronger than the coyote’s—yet she looked and acted like nothing more than canis latrans.
She was just as royal and arrogant as him, and he was severely amused by this notion. Lykoi was a name to hold proudly—even more so than his foolish, useless father Astaroth and his supposed devilish origins. Halo moved closer, eyes lingering on his scars, held fast as though truly fascinated by them. She asked a question he hadn’t been expecting, yet accepted all the same. “Go ahead,” he replied, one clawed hand brushing across his cheek and the scars engraved into the flesh there. He’d pricked his skin with his nails before and the scent briefly touched his nose, lightly entrancing him. He licked the tip of his claw before turning his attention back to the girl, allowing her free access to his face and arms.
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He was dangerous, but she could not help herself. The last distance was quickly killed off as she took those last steps towards him, now having to tilt her slightly upwards to look at his face. His face was marred with lines, but unlike Kaena he had both eyes intact. She could easily have taken him for another if he had given her a different name to go by. Their eyes held similar colours, but hers belonged to the de le Poer. Despite knowing that this was not truly a similarity between the two werewolves, she still judged it as such. Her smile still stayed on those dark lips and her eyes too gleamed with warmth reserved only for family. Her head tilted slightly to the side. She liked him.
Her cream painted fingers with the dark and deadly talons slowly rose to touch his face. Both thumbs found one scar each and traced them ever so lightly. Her smile widened, barely revealing her brilliantly white teeth. He was still beautiful, a Lykoi in all his glory. Already he stood her closer than most other individuals did. Inferni held allies, but the Lykoi family came before that because Kaena had accepted her and embraced her from the moment their eyes had met. That meant more than anything else in the world.
Her hands moved downwards, stroking the side of his face before investigating a strange mark on his neck. Hands settled on his chest, on top of an x shaped memory. Ruby eyes quickly investigated his arms. Had he done cruel things to himself lately? It was intoxicating to be so close to a monster. She knew that her family was dark compared to many other family lines. It was a kick alone to be a part of that. Was Samael too part of the greatness of the Lykois? By the look of his body, she truly believed that he was. He brought fear to the weak. ”I like scars.” The girl admitted, feeling a bit silly, knowing that this was not a common thing. ”You have so many and I have none.” her voice turned from wonder to something much more playful along with a light accusation.
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Samael had his father’s eyes, but only the shadow of his jet-black coat. He resembled his coyote sire in appearance alone, though, for Kaena and Kaena alone held his deepest devotion. Samael had remained indifferent to Astaroth for most of his life until what his mother had told him he’d done to her. He’d always believed the man nothing more than an empty shell—a hollow husk—to house the seed for his soul and bring it to earth. He was nothing more than a messenger, sent to this world by the unholy prince to bring forth beings truly worth regard and harbingers of destruction. Fondness rose for the girl just as her own trust began to grow for him, knowing he would enjoy encountering this child further. She lifted her hands to touch his face, moving across the scars carved into his flesh. Beneath his left eye was his first scar ever, inflicted by his own half-brother Gabriel as a child. He’d proclaimed the youth a liar and hit him to prove this, as though he could erase Samael’s beliefs with the strike of his hand. But Samael had seen the Angel and nothing his God-fearing brother could do would remove this or make it any less true to him.
His right eye was marked by Hybrid in a moment of weakness for the Prince, taking the coyote as something of a favorite lover when his loss for Kaena was at it’s peak, enveloping him in sordid desire. She moved down his neck, touching the deep, peculiar mark Rachias had bitten into his throat when he’d taken her virginity. They moved to the x Onus had made, marking him a monster like he thought himself something better than the dark prince. Finally they trailed to his arms, touching the gashes and scratches Samael had done to himself. It had been a long time since he’d severely marked himself, gouging his flesh to emulate his inner misery. Kaena had returned, and this invoked a feeling of deep content and peace within the monster, even if he would always contain chaos within his soul. But his mother brought forth warmth and things no one else alive could create within him. He cried for her, exposing his weakness and mortality because he loved her like nothing else. He’d revealed his desire to her, unable to be so close to her again after believing her dead for so long and raise barriers since torn down and forgotten. Open nicks and cuts, self-inflicted and not, would always grace his body, but for the time being Samael did not horribly mutilate himself when such solace could be found within his soul.
He didn’t find her comment silly—if anything Samael knew himself how he felt about Kaena’s scars. He adored her face and everything about her, and loved the scars he’d known since birth. She was beautiful in his eyes and nothing could ever change that. “You are still young,” he said, amusement lingering in his voice. “One day you will have your own scars. But until then you are as unmarked as a newborn baby,” he purred, half teasing. Clawed hand lifted to her face, brushing her chin as he smirked slightly. “I could give you one now, but that would never be as satisfying as something gained in battle,” he continued, ashamed only of the wounds he’d gained through sheer weakness and stupidity. Those created when on the brink of death tearing a life apart could be worn proudly, even with the coyote prince’s arrogant streak of vanity. “It’s much more fun when some frantic soul is tearing at your face as you end their life,” the beast crooned, reminiscing on the pure pleasure of murder.
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The girl had completely forgotten about the reason why she was here. It was a magnificent coincidence though since it had led to the meeting with one of her uncles. Vitium had perhaps deceived and betrayed them all, but he had pointed the way to these lands and even though Halo wished death upon him, she could not deny the fact that she was grateful for what she had now. If it had not been for him, she would possibly have stayed with her ivory mother and lived the disgraceful life of a wolf. That would have been an easier and less conflicted path to take, but the girl knew that this was her ideal life. She seemed to have all her dreams within reach, she just needed to figure out how to keep those fluttering little things in her hand long enough to absorb them and turn them into the reality she so ached for. Her problem was that she wanted everything at once, and when she did not get it instantly, that dangerous rage started boiling straight away. Halo had temperamental issues. She would be an ideal weapon if the right ingredients were added to improve the power of her wrath.
She pretended to get angry when he compared her to a newborn baby, but she detected the amusement in his voice. She could take a joke or two before the temperature rose. She wished it could be different though. He touched her face, and she leaned her face slightly against his hand, smiling innocently as only a little girl with a devious mind could. She knew how to act and to play the role of an innocent and cute little girl. She liked playing games. It was not too long ago that she had fooled around with a doggish hybrid not too far from this street. He had been drunk, true, but playing those seducing little games were extremely pleasurable. She had almost gone all the way, but fear had filled her head with silent screams before he had managed to penetrate her, and she had run away. One of the girl’s ears flickered for a moment as she browsed that memory. What she should have done was to tear him up while he had been so exposed. She was without routines and finesses. She liked it when males wanted her.
Coming back to scars, her lovely uncle was probably right. It was not the scars only she wanted. The stories had to come with too. She wanted each and every one of them to be a sweet memory. Kaena had lived for her clan and her family and it showed. The girl worshipped the older woman for that. She loved Kaena as a mother, and would do anything for her. On this point, Samael and Halo were quite similar. ”I’m not that strong though.” the girl admitted sadly as she thought about scars and killing people. She was not certain if she would ever be able to beat a fully grown male. Not ever. Not without some extra items. Besides, what she liked best, she believed, was actually delaying the death process. Addison and the rats for example. How wonderful it would have been to stand there half the night and listen to those screams of agony and watch her lovelies eat the girl’s eyes out while she still lived. ”I like to see them in agony. I like to watch them die.”
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With proper practice this girl could become a deceitful bitch, learning to play games with others while quietly destroying them when they least expected it. Samael played with deception nearly every day, especially when encountering wolves, though it was his brother, the Prince of Lies, whom had been named for such an existence. To see the shock of betrayal in ones eyes when you finally turned on them, having lured them close enough to easily reach around their throat and slice open their jugular with your claws. Most creatures were worthless—wolves especially. While Samael didn’t hold the most distinct hatred toward his larger cousins, he’d been taught early on coyotes were the superior species, even if he wasn’t averse to destroying a coyote if it ever came to it. But his entire life didn’t revolve around his hatred of canis lupus. In all honestly, he could have cared less. He simply adored having a living, breathing creature to kill, torturing them until they begged and prayed for death’s sweet release. Then hell could have them until he returned home himself.
She wasn’t strong enough—that was what she believed. And maybe she was right, born into a body too small to take on a fully muscled adult male wolf, even in her prime. But what ever she lacked in physical strength she could make up in mental prowess if she truly set her mind to it. She could destroy with clever traps and tricks, killing without running forth and beating the shit out of someone with her fists like some primitive beast. “Beautiful,” he whispered at her desire, baring fangs in delight. “But if you are smarter than a wolf, you can destroy them using entrapment and weapons,” Samael stated, offering his advice to the youth, if she didn’t already know. He knew nothing of her collection of rats and her sadistic pleasure in feeding canines to them, watching them devoured while still alive. If so, he would have admired such ingenuity, further impressed with the dark-souled child. “Brute strength isn’t everything. Catch a wolf in a pretty little cage and tie it up, then it’s all yours to play with and do as you desire.”
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The girl grimaced, disappointed in herself. Kaena was a fighter. Although it was not as apparent in the young girl’s optime form, her lupus and secui forms closely matched the size of a common female wolf. She did not particularly love her four legged forms, because she loved playing around with her ornaments and her guns. Yes, her lovely guns. She felt immature and small compared to the Lykoi in front of her, but everyone had to start somewhere and she had yet to hit one year of age. She could not be utterly perfect from the start. She looked up at the confident man, hungrily taking in every word coming out of his mouth. Her face broke into something terrible when he suggested being smarter than a wolf. Hell, if Addison had not had her allies, she would have had the wolf’s bones to decorate by now. She nodded though, and she wanted nothing more than to try it all over again. Did he know much about the prolonged activities of torture?
Though, if Kaena could tear and claw things to death, then so could she. The young girl was sadistic beyond anything and preferred other and different methods. She saw it as entertainment rather than survival. As hestati of Inferni, she should be trained in fighting skills in any way though. Addison was a closed chapter, and the girl had not yet through much about any possible retaliation from those parts. That was what she should be prepared for though. She was still just a little girl that did not bother to do her consequence analysis before she struck. Inferni provided her with some protection, right? No one knew of her little trick with the rats, and if any loser wolf would come to the borders and complain, Halo would simply deny everything. She had lost a whole cage of her killer rodents, was that not enough payment for what she had done?
”Are you familiar with such activities?” She cocked her head innocently to the side, thinking it was a shame that he smelled of loneliness when she would have loved to have him closer. What would happen when he decided it was time to leave? Would it be a single meeting and nothing more? The girl felt her heart flutter lightly at that thought, wondering if this was another creature that she would get obsessed with.
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Samael only really used his four-legged forms to travel or in a battle that required brute strength. His secui form was intended for battle—stocky and well muscled like a powerful machine with a proper point of balance on all four paws. This child was still young. She had much time to grow and develop into a true monster. But until then she could catch a wolf and kill a wolf on her own terms, ensnaring one in a cage and then slowly, meticulously destroying it. He reveled in pain and torture, and thus far it seemed this female did as well. In an old building Samael had found a hospital and there he’d trapped his test subjects, slowly cutting them apart while still alive. Mainly, his targets had been small animals, but he’d never been averse to a full-grown wolf in it’s prime whenever available. If anything, that was his preferred subject, their bodies large enough to study details and their screams that much more satisfying. It had been a long time since he’d visited his lab, but he still possessed his deadly scalpels in the bag whose strap was slung across his scarred chest. “Of course,” he responded, and reached into his bag to show one of his tools of choice—his prized, beloved pets. Tenderly, he removed the silver instrument from its black, leather-bound case and held it delicately between his fingers.
“This is a scalpel. Human doctors used them to perform surgery—or to cut into living subjects to get at what was within.” The sight of flesh parting so easily beneath his fingers enticed the male, and he longed again to cut something apart. He’d never found the soul no matter how hard he’d looked, but he’d seen a heart still beating, watching it slow before his eyes and a pair of lungs still gasping for air. “They’re far more precise than simple fangs and claws,” he continued, and to demonstrate, he lifted his hand and slowly, carefully sliced a mark across the back of his wrist. It bloomed red, blood welling to the surface where it lingered a moment before trailing down his arm in a thin crimson line. He offered it to Halo to examine while his wounded wrist lifted to his lips, licking away the blood he himself had inflicted. “It’s best to keep them alive for as long as possible. When you’re finished, they’ll be praying to God above for release to their earthly misery. Then, as a kindly, indulgent master, you may end their suffering,” the Prince of Fear added, crimson eyes smoldering maliciously and lips curved into a wicked expression. Blood tinged the tip of his tongue as he spoke, dying salmon pink a deep, deadly hue.
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300+ Lol, I love that table! Reminds me of the white rabbit in Monty Python and the holy grail XP
Her eyes sought for what he was reaching out for in the backpack now, ruby glittering now despite the gloomy light the shop had to offer. The scarred man with the blood coloured eyes had captured her in his hand and she prayed that he would never let her go. She wanted to reach out to touch and explore, but waited patiently for her uncle to show her whatever he was showing her. Her breath was caught in her throat as he held the deadly tool delicately between his fingers. Her lips parted in quiet wonder. No words were spoken, because there was nothing to say. She had never seen such an instrument before, and it shimmered beautifully and pure in the scarce light. She could instantly understand why it seemed to be one of his most beloved tools.
Oversized ears pointed forwards, greedily taking in every word that the man now spoke. Those copper ears flicked backwards against her skull instantly when the man drew the instrument across his wrist where it left a crimson streak. She wanted reach out for him and stop those precious drops from escaping. It never occurred to the girl that this man, a man she barely knew, could so easily cut her up and take her life. No, already the man seemed to have her trust. This scalpel was offered to her before she could reach out to put pressure on the cut he had given himself. So small and delicate, but so deadly. The girl investigated the blade and its handle, stroking the simple looking metal with adoration. Even her beloved rodents seemed to fade compared to this. Fuck, yes.
Master. She liked the way he talked. No, she loved the way he talked. A messiah that had revealed himself to her. There was blood on the blade. The girl touched the blood lightly with a blackened talon and brought it to her tongue, tasting the red fluid. Her head churned with the possibilities that this instrument could turn into reality. He had sliced through the skin like a dull knife into soft butter. She needed one of these. ”Beautiful.” was all that she could whisper. It truly was.
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Samael was no longer a broken monster—shredded, shattered wings flapping uselessly against the ground. Kaena had returned, and this invoked a strange calm within the beast not felt since he’d been a young boy held close within her arms. There was no reason any longer to mutilate himself incessantly, wishing to tear his mortal heart from it’s cage within his chest to ease his suffering. But there would never be a day when the Prince of Fear was a loving, compassionate creature toward those outside his bloodline—those lesser animals that belonged in the ground. His mother demanded his utmost affection, and the occasional being within the Lykoi family could garner his admiration, but outside of that held only apathy and disgust. Little Halo had attracted his interest, and Samael had found her worthy of his notice.
She took the scalpel from his hand and held it with absolute intrigue and adoration, taking in the delicate lines of the thin, deadly instrument once used solely to save lives. He smiled at her—a teacher pleased with the progress of his favorite pupil as she spoke a single word in summary of his tool. “You may keep that one for yourself, but only if you promise to use it well,” the Prince stated, admiring the deadly look within the child’s eyes. He had more than one, and though he was loathe to part with any of his precious pets, Samael would allow this girl to have one. He knew it would serve a beautiful purpose within her hands, parting the delicate flesh of captured wolves and aiding in the destruction of those undeserving of this world. Worthless, useless beings that deserved nothing more than death itself. To eradicate the lesser species in all their arrogance and self-worth that meant nothing to the coyote, he would find pleasure in Lykoi coyotes alone ruling the land.
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300+ I'm sorry for wait! Should probably wrap this up soon.
When the man revealed that she could keep the beautiful instrument, Halo could feel her cheeks blush delicately. It was too much. She did not even know this uncle. Hell, she had never thought she would meet him. Her Lykoi and de le Poer family was large, but there were surprisingly few around. Or, there were few of them nowadays. It had seemed like the number had steadily rose with Halo and her siblings’ appearance at the Inferni borders, but the numbers seemed to be dwindling again. Halo was deadly disappointed with her siblings. Vitium had failed in many ways in his past, but he had raised his children to be strong and dependable individuals. Halo was the only one left now. Perhaps Jael, but she had not seen him around lately. Perhaps she would have to take a tour through the lands and see if he too had left her behind. She hoped not. Enigma was already in her black book, and she did not want to add Jael too soon. Were they not supposed to stay together?
Samael would nevermore be a mere acquaintance. The Lykoi girl already looked up at him with stars in her eyes. Her father’s stories fitted the current mental picture she had of Samael so well. Deadly and wonderful. Ruby eyes drowned in the glinting metal. She was beyond words. The girl’s mind numbing smile lighted up the room with complete ease. An excited nod followed right after, promising to use it very well. She had investigated the insides of her less fortunate rodents, but with such a marvellous instrument, everything would get so much easier. Her uncle had already shown her how sharp it was, and truth be told things sometimes got a bit messy with mere claws and jaws to go by. Now she could softly cut through skin and organs with a whole new level of control. She wanted to run straight out of the building and head for the first wolf she saw.
A rodent would be her first victim, though. She could not allow her excitement loosen up the control and have her chase silly thoughts. ”I will try it out the moment the opportunity rises. I love it.” Halo rarely loved. Now there were four things in total she loved. Herself (of course), Kaena, her rodents and this wonderful human instrument. The girl already thought that the list of beloved things in her list was long, but little did she know that Samael too would quickly prove to become one of her absolute favourite souls ever.
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He smiled at her, absolutely pleased with the nature she was already showing to possess. He tool would not be wasted in her hands, and any havoc inflicted on the world would please the sinister beast. “Good,” he said, one hand lifting to gently brush against her cheek. Already, he longed to observe this girl’s progress, watching her grow and mature into a demon worth notice. Soon, the world would erupt into hellfire and Samael would be dragged back home, fated to burn eternally in a lake of sulphur and flame.
But until then he would rip and tear at anything within his sight, destroying everything in reach. He wasn’t going down alone, and this little girl would potentially prove a suitable tool in his decimation. “Practice well, my dear,” he continued, vision filled with bloodlust. He turned away, allowing her to finish what she’d entered the building to do in the first place and letting himself out back into the street beyond.
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