Post by Samael Sinclaire on Aug 6, 2012 18:24:16 GMT -5
He slowly began to walk past the trio of dead bodies that lay strewn between him and his sister. He stopped before the first dead body, wiping the blood off of his hands with a handkerchief, his face still shrouded in the darkness of the alleyway, where the dim light hardly hit. When he got most of the blood off of his hands, he dropped the handkerchief to the side and smiled. All three bodies were human, and each of them were hoodlums that would have probably tried to have taken advantage of Mari if Samael did not intervene. It was not that he was feeling sympathetic for his new found sister, but he was certainly interested in her none the less. She was the only person in all of the world that he knew of, who could possibly assist him in killing Reginald. The only person who could lead him to their father.
“You and I have unfinished business,” he hissed to her, walking into the light to reveal himself to her, his eye a demonic red as he looked at her, “perhaps you would be willing to tell me where father is? That would be your most painless route.”
Ever since the little pipsqueak latched herself to his legs like a child's first instinct to fight off a murderer when their family is threatened, he had been watching her from afar. If she lead him to Reginald, then it would be the end of it. He would kill Reginald before either of them had a chance to escape.
“Help me...” came the hoarse voice of one of the humans, who still had a small breath of life within him. Samael looked behind him, to see it was the second to last man. Lifting his left hand, Samael telepathically snapped the man's neck with the flick of a wrist. “Silence.” He said to the man with a nonchalant voice. He looked back at Mari and grinned darkly, portions of his face shadowed from the light above as he did grin.
“It's your choice sister,” he said to her, “you can live under that leech's shadow, weak and pathetic for protecting someone who could care less about you and your delusional reasoning that there is still something good within him, or you can give him to me, and I can be a good brother and do you a favor by taking him out of the picture for good. Of course, if you don't choose to help me, well...that would just be a leaf of an entirely different color. A very dead, withered color.” He could torture her until her screams stop because she shreds her larynx, or he could just snap her neck all the way to the opposite end and let Reginald find her. Perhaps she would be right and he would have some remorse for his daughter. It may just motivate him to find Samael. But somehow, Samael felt civil.
“But in all honesty,” he said in a somewhat less harsher tone, “I would not like to see you dead. Perhaps you can see some truth to that. Perhaps reason will enter your mind and tell you that our father is not healthy for either of us. He is a pestilence on society that will leave countless lives dead. To be further honest, I wouldn't want to stay on this Earth. I have unfinished business in Hell with a certain demon-bitch who took what was rightfully mine. If you're the responsible girl that I think you are, you'll be smart enough to help your big brother out, and perhaps I can do something to help you out.” Before he could finish though, he saw it.
It was not too long after he arrived, that he knew that He arrived too. It was no coincidence, and any ability to doubt that it was one was washed away by the mark upon his sister's arm. She was marked by the Seraphim. “I see that you have been visited by the Wrath of God...” he hissed, knowing that touching her would probably be unpleasant for him now. But if she resisted, it did not mean his powers were useless against her. He could still keep her from calling out to him, if he got the impression that she would attempt to call the Seraphim.
“You and I have unfinished business,” he hissed to her, walking into the light to reveal himself to her, his eye a demonic red as he looked at her, “perhaps you would be willing to tell me where father is? That would be your most painless route.”
Ever since the little pipsqueak latched herself to his legs like a child's first instinct to fight off a murderer when their family is threatened, he had been watching her from afar. If she lead him to Reginald, then it would be the end of it. He would kill Reginald before either of them had a chance to escape.
“Help me...” came the hoarse voice of one of the humans, who still had a small breath of life within him. Samael looked behind him, to see it was the second to last man. Lifting his left hand, Samael telepathically snapped the man's neck with the flick of a wrist. “Silence.” He said to the man with a nonchalant voice. He looked back at Mari and grinned darkly, portions of his face shadowed from the light above as he did grin.
“It's your choice sister,” he said to her, “you can live under that leech's shadow, weak and pathetic for protecting someone who could care less about you and your delusional reasoning that there is still something good within him, or you can give him to me, and I can be a good brother and do you a favor by taking him out of the picture for good. Of course, if you don't choose to help me, well...that would just be a leaf of an entirely different color. A very dead, withered color.” He could torture her until her screams stop because she shreds her larynx, or he could just snap her neck all the way to the opposite end and let Reginald find her. Perhaps she would be right and he would have some remorse for his daughter. It may just motivate him to find Samael. But somehow, Samael felt civil.
“But in all honesty,” he said in a somewhat less harsher tone, “I would not like to see you dead. Perhaps you can see some truth to that. Perhaps reason will enter your mind and tell you that our father is not healthy for either of us. He is a pestilence on society that will leave countless lives dead. To be further honest, I wouldn't want to stay on this Earth. I have unfinished business in Hell with a certain demon-bitch who took what was rightfully mine. If you're the responsible girl that I think you are, you'll be smart enough to help your big brother out, and perhaps I can do something to help you out.” Before he could finish though, he saw it.
It was not too long after he arrived, that he knew that He arrived too. It was no coincidence, and any ability to doubt that it was one was washed away by the mark upon his sister's arm. She was marked by the Seraphim. “I see that you have been visited by the Wrath of God...” he hissed, knowing that touching her would probably be unpleasant for him now. But if she resisted, it did not mean his powers were useless against her. He could still keep her from calling out to him, if he got the impression that she would attempt to call the Seraphim.
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