What If I Wanted To Break (Mari/Lana)

[Samael Sinclaire]

This manor took some getting used to, but Samael found ways to manage that. It seemed as if the mansion was a little irritated with how he treated Mari, but it continued to obey him, like it was meant to in the will. Since the signing of the papers, Mari had not once found her way towards Samael's side of the mansion. Corvin came and went, but it was mostly doing “errands” for Samael, as he would say. He said that he would contact Samael when he needed to, but in the meantime to just enjoy the luxury of the house. How Samael was supposed to do that was beyond him, so he practiced honing in on his demonic powers, shattering vases, finding new techniques on how to use his telekinesis. After discovering a gym in one of the rooms, he even began to lift weights, but it was essentially lifting very light weight.

But Corvin asked Samael...more like nervously begged Samael, to trust in his abilities, and that all would be explained soon enough. But not long after the day was done, Samael found himself slumbering in a bed for the first time, and his nightmares always brought him back to Hell. But these were not like nightmares that children have about monsters, or horrible past experiences. His nightmares were about torments and experiences that no innocent soul should endure. Samael did not just simply go to Hell for being wicked, or immoral, or suicidal. He was born there, and grew up there. A place where demons could smell his soul. And they ripped him apart daily, and cut into him in ways that a human could never imagine possible, with the limitations of their own imaginations, that they wanted to deem endless. Compared to the Hell that Samael endured all of his life, it was an endless torment of fire, bloodshed, stabbings, and tears that had long since evaporated in the fires long ago. Whatever part of Samael that was human was burned away by the fires of Anger in Perdition. And every night on Earth, the one thing that he feared the most was sleep. Whether his body slept comfortably or not, his mind never did.

He still remembered when his stepfather unchained him from the rack, and gave him his first carving utensil, made from the bone of Cain, the first murderer. And when Samael cut into his first soul, it was then, his stepfather knew that his stepson was a prodigy. All of Samael's pain, and anguish, was washed away when he murdered souls over and over and over again for the eons that he spent in Hell. And when he turned that same bone against Nergal, and devoured his father's heart, something in him felt whole for a moment. But no matter what Samael did, the memories were never washed away from his mind. No matter what he did, he felt like he would never escape Hell, despite being so determined to return and rule it.

As he tossed and turned, as visions of sulfuric fire and screams filled his mind, he gripped the covers of his bed tight, and in the real world, he was telekinetically throwing things all around the room, despite the things placing themselves back on the counter, fixed and good as new. But then, he woke. Covered in sweat, he panted slowly, his eyes their demonic red before shifting back to what humans would call normal. Getting out of the bed, he walked to the bathroom and splashed water on his face, before looking into it and still seeing the soul that had been tormented and raped of humanity before he was even a teenager.

And then, he heard movement in the manor. Samael grabbed a pair of pants, and boots, and stood still, listening to the movement for a moment. Not bothering to put a shirt on, He moved downstairs to find out where all of the ruckus was coming from.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari stayed to her quarters easily enough. It wasn't like she spent much time in the other part of the house anyway. She tended to prefer her more homey variation rather than the sadistic chic her father preferred with his gothic revival look that predominated the rest of the home. Only she could live in a house that resembled the before and after pictures of the Beasts castle from the Disney cartoon. A home within a home. It made little sense but yes, she lived in a fishbowl. She paced in her black leggings, boots and purple sweater as she waited for Lana to arrive. She was going to teach Samael a lesson in what a conscious was. She had to before his blatant stupidity got him arrested. She of course just did her best to see what could be managed.

It was the only thing she could think to do. It wasn't like a prison was going to hold him if he wanted to get out and he'd just carve a swath of destruction through any prison assuming he didn't use it as a base of operations. She sighed and hugged herself and prayed that her thought would work. It was all she had and she had to regain her confidence somehow. She'd spoken to Michael about whether this was the right thing to do because honestly, with her bruised ego it was hard to tell what was her trying to prop herself up verses what was needed to be done. She shouldn't have any qualms with re-ensouling a being but it was all about intent. Doing it for revenge was only going to bite her in the ass.

So she'd spent time praying. Most people didn't think angels needed to pray but she did it to settle her mind and heal herself. Sure some of the human trappings were superfluous but they helped her focus herself a bit more. Sometimes she felt like she couldn't get far enough away to focus to pray. There was always someone that needed something from her. She felt the weight of everything on her shoulders and that loneliness that always seemed at the edge creeped in. She supposed that was part of why she wanted to heal Samael. She wanted, for once in her life, to have an actual brother that gave a damn. She'd never known it and it always hurt her that she'd never had that with any of her brothers that she knew of.

Massaging her temples, she rose, when her headaches started praying wasn't going to help her at all. Lana should be here any moment anyway. At least she hoped.

[Lana Louise Evans]

In a burst of pink energy, Lana appeared. It was a very - 'wow' house. Like it made her house back in Detroit look like a shoebox, and if Pandora tried to compare hers and this place to see whose had a bigger wow factor, she would be so stomped on. But Lana appeared, trying to be as Casual as possible. It wasn't like she was dressing to impress, she was dressing to - save a demon. There is that old saying where you can't save someone that doesn't want to be saved, but that spark that Lana felt said different. Samael's mind says no, but his heart says yes. And classic Lana, selectively only listened to his heart. But it was a big shock that Mari and Samael were - living in a sense. Like in the same building, just different wings or something. Michael would have blown his lid at that. But Mari had a plan, and it involved saving Samael. Something - that meant so much to Lana - even though she exactly want to admit it. But it must be obvious because here she is, glistening to the demon's lair as she looked forwards and saw Mari. Once seeing her, she moved towards her quickly. It was weird but she didn't mind Mari, the weird part being she tried to decorate her walls with Mari's blood, but hopefully that was passed them. But they had to same objective; to save Samael as Lana moved quickly and hugged Mari.

There was something else she knew. Ev told her, and it broke her heart. When there is MTV, Lana doesn't exactly have time to watch the news but she wished she did. Because Mari was kidnapped and rapped, but her own father and now a week later Lana was finally seeing her. She felt like a turd that she didn't go earlier, but hey, she was preparing to leave forever. But hugging her, she spoke over Mari's shoulder. "Mari, I'm so sorry". She said as she parted and holding the woman's forarms softly, she looked at her. "If he wasn't already dead, I would rip the bastard a new one. Are you okay?". She asked. Stupid question, but customary. Of course she wasn't, but with Samael's intrusion she would have had to forcefully made herself okay. Which wasn't fair, but they had a chance to save him, but then she heard footsteps from up stairs. Looking from the stairs to Mari, she didn't know Mari's plan, but Lana was now starting to freak out. "Let me distract him. He can't hurt me - - be safe". She gave Mari a small smile as she turned from Mari and moved towards the stairs. Not exactly to the last step to meet him, but a few metres away as she crossed her arms and looked up at Samael.

Coming out shirtless didn't help. She had feeling for him, yes, but she was also attracted. Like hello, she has eyes. But looking to him, she felt all the pain and the hurt coming back. She hadn't really anticipated this. Lana had tried to become - stronger. Harder in a way, like Xzavier. But this prick found a way to break these walls down as she looked at him. She was shaking, but she didn't want him to see it as she looked to him. "H-hey Samael". Great first line! Lana just looked at him. She wanted to run to him, but she was also wanting to keep away from him. Not that she can die, but 300 degree burns suck balls! But on instinct she took a step forwards. Forwards! Her brain was telling her to step back, but her heart was shooting her forwards in one step. That step, that little step could orchestrate how smoothly the soul of her dreams would be saved, or if Lana is going to be washing soot out of her blonde and pink locks at the end of a tiring night.

[Samael Sinclaire]

Samael walked down the stairs slowly, and the thought crossed his mind to form a fireball in his hand in the off shot it was these 'paparazzi' that Corvin had warned him about. Apparently, he had to tell the media of Reginald's older son and heir, so there was a chance that some would come by, and many that would try and sneak into the house and take photos of Samael. If it were to happen, Samael would roast them when he got the chance. However, the last person that he wanted to see was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking him dead in the eyes, and for a moment, Samael felt as if his heart would explode from his chest. But he did not show it. He stood still, staring at her for the longest time. Staring into her eyes, as if he was a statue, or in a trance.

He wanted so much to hate her. He wanted to be able to kill her, and not because she could heal. But he wanted muster the inner courage to do so. Nobody, not even Mari, managed to wash away all of the anger that he had inside. To make him want to let go of his revenge against Lilith, to let of of his desire to kill Reginald, and to abandon his conquest. She made him feel human, and all Samael wanted to do, was despise her for it, but he could not. However hard he tried to do so, he could not shake off what portion of his soul that she managed to bring to the surface, and it was like a small dagger in his side, that he could not pull out, no matter strong he was. There was something about her that made his soul all the more stronger, and when she was around, it was like she could have an ability to make Samael recognize his own soul. But as he began to walk down the stairs towards her, he saw her take her own step. He stopped for a moment, before taking another step, and another and another.

“I thought you would have turned tail and run a long time ago,” he said hollowly, “when I told you that there is no chance that I am redeemable. Perhaps I should reinforce that statement.” He wondered why the house allowed her inside, when Samael strictly made it clear that he did not want anyone that was against him inside his part of the home. However, the truth became apparent, when he realized that the only way that Lana could have been allowed in, was if Mari said something. “Hmph, Mari's doing,” he declared, “no other way that you could have gotten in.”

He looked into her eyes again, and once more, he was entranced by them. But his anger grew when he found it irritating that he could not focus as all. “What are you doing here?” he asked hotly, “I thought we actually had a deal, regardless? You wanted me out of your life for good, and I was actually more than willing to oblige your demand. What changed so suddenly?”

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari felt the hug that Lana offered and did her best not to cry. She was usually fine till they asked her how she was doing and then everything hit her like a punch to the stomach. Biting her lip she shrugged her shoulders and her voice cracked, "Some days are better than others." she admitted as she regarded the blonde "I just want to get this over so I can get on with my life. I hate that Sam is like this."

When Lana left she sat down quietly and empathically felt where her brother and Lana was. Gathering up her power, Mari slowly began collecting it around her as the room she was in lit up like a small sun were inside it. Brighter and brighter she glowed until at last she released the sphere of healing to do what it would at the right moment. Her will guiding it to its target as she prayed that Lana would be safe. She didn't want anyone to be hurt but she could not live with Sam like this. He was making her depression worse and she'd heal him if it killed her. Michael said there was good in him and she prayed it would work.

If it didn't the ball of energy would destroy him and she'd be free. As far as she was concerned it was a win win situation.

[Lana Louise Evans]

His eyes said no but his heart said yes. She could see it. She could see the change, the rising spark as soon as his eyes laid on hers as she looked up at him. What he said was defensive immediately, but because in a way she knew he was scared. Scared about the side of him that Lana could bring out, along with Mari. This was like predator verses the prey, and Lana felt she was the latter. From what he said, she tried doing the sarcastic thing she worked so well, and shrugged still looking kind of hurt. "What can I say? I'm defiant". She said and as he moved down the stairs, she moved closer to the bottom. What was definite though was that she wasn't going to attack him, and hopefully he won't hurt her. But this, this had to be done. "That I care about you, and I have feelings for you. Or is that against the evil Samael playbook. Your father's dead and you still have a soul, ever think that that is a sign?". She asked, even though he looked from her to Mari. Okay, Lana definitely underestimated this house. She wondered how many spells and jinxes were cast over it. Probably breaching the thousands, but whatever.

But he asked her of her motives, why was she here and why did she change her mind. A month ago, she would have wanted anything but to have Samael out of her life for good, and to never come back. But now, even looking at him, she never wanted that. "What changed?". She started moving towards him, her arms dropping as she looked into his eyes, moving a few slow steps closer. "I saw you. The real you, behind the fire and hatred is a man. His name is Samael, and he was so bright and so powerful. And I haven't been able to get him out of my mind. I was never one to believe in love. My parents died, and I thought love died then. But I love you Samael, and I don't know if I want to but I do. I'm not leaving until I save you". She assured him, but then felt something. A wave of power filled the room as Lana gasped slightly. She recognized it when Mari did this to her, the buzzing of power as it went into Samael. This was the plan, Lana knew what to do.

Moving towards him quickly, Lana leapt into Sam's arms as she kissed him deep. Through the sparking flowing energy in the room, Lana swung her arms around Sam's neck and kissed him, holding him as she kissed him passionately. A few seconds later, pink energy flowed from her mouth and into his as she healed him, aiming for that soul as Mari worked her magic as well. Tears dropped down her face as she embraced in him, and opened her eyes as soft hues of cycling pink energies lit her irises as she embraced herself, and feeling the energy flow through her own soul, hurting her. She just hoped that this work, and that Samael would finally be freed.

[Samael Sinclaire]

“Stupid is more of the correct term,” he snapped back, “if you wanted to die, you only had to ask.” He began walking towards her, towering over her as he she did the same. And when she told him that she cared for him, he tilted his head to the side and smirked. “You? Care about me?” he chuckled and leaned his face in closer to her, “That is rich. I must have permanently fried some brain cells that never properly healed, or do you not remember how ruthless I can be?” When she asked if he ever considered his wonder of opportunity closed to him a sign, his face became serious again, and his eyes did not exactly turn their demonic red, but they did began to sort of glow a red hue, “My opportunity was robbed from me. Soul, or no soul, my humanity was burned out of me in Hell, not long after I was born. You're trying to save a dead man.”

She closed the gap between them, and her arms went downward. Slowly, Samael lifted his hands and placed them on her arms, his own body being much warmer than the normal human's. “You saw a shadow of my soul's former self,” he hissed, “nothing more! The human inside of me is long gone, and only a ghost tries to reach out to make me feel human. I am a demon. I am a killer, and if I could, if I wanted to...I would kill you...but I can't. I won't.” His grip on her arms tightened, but not enough to hurt her. Just enough to keep her in his grasp. “Because that ghost wants you,” He began again to explain, “he wants you for himself, and to be the human that he wants to be for you, but the blood on my hands is too much. I'm beyond redemption. Beyond saving.” Samael's change of tone, change of words as he spoke surprised him when he realized that he was changing, and it was because of Mari. She planned all of this. She wanted to bring out Samael's soul, and to make him whole. And there was nothing that Samael could do to fight back. It was finally like a fire, that could burn Samael and harm him. It was his one and only weakness, and he was trying his best to fight it.

But as Lana leaped into his arms, she gripped him tight as did he for her, and he held her there for a long moment as she kissed him. Samael gripped her tight and placed a hand on the back of her head as he pressed into the kiss, her light shining through him as all of the anger and the rage began to be washed away yet again. Hell, itself, seemed like a distant memory to him now, as he looked into her eyes and embraced her completely as a part of him. The torment, the pain of being raised in Hell. It could almost be seen in picture perfect view of his eyes before it was seemingly erased from his mind for good. But the demon in Samael did not give up without a fight. Samael shifted into his demonic form, but despite this transformation, he held Lana tight, and allowed the light to cover his entire being, shifting back soon enough. Lana...” he said, breaking the kiss, “I love you.” It was the first time Samael had ever said those words, and he absolutely meant it. He held her close to him for a moment, and then looked into her eyes.


“You saved me...” he whispered softly into Lana's ear, for her to hear.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari felt the energy flow through her and out as it connected with Samael and worked to bring his soul to the surface. It helped her as well, it helped her to heal a little bit more internally. She'd still be afraid but she'd be calmer. The very fact that she didn't demand anything of her gift and she wanted what was best for him seemed to allow it to work threefold. She knew the demoin was inside of him still but now that he had a taste of goodness he would be able, she hoped, to make the choice as to what side he wanted to be. She hoped so anyway...

She felt the power return to her and she sat there woozily. Her body felt light and floaty. Closing her eyes she felt the light dim and things go back to as normal as they could for her. Her form slumped and she felt exhausted. Feeling dizzy she whispered softly, "Michael."

[Lana Louise Evans]

He tried to hurt her. Not with fists or flames, but his words were enough. He could insult her, try to tear her down but she would pick herself up. Even in his grip as he held her, she just stood there as she looked at him. The redness in his eyes, and the anger and emptiness in his voice scared the living hell out of her as she looked at him. A part of her wanted to glisten straight out of this situation, but she didn't want to leave Mari. And she didn't want to leave Sam. Sam; the soul inside him that shone bright through the demon that shadowed it. But she could tell Mari was working it, because his words had changed. He was saying exactly what she wanted to hear, about that part that wanted her. She stood their, looking at him with a stray tear falling down her scared face as she hopelessly looked at him, not knowing what to say or do. But she could tell it was the time, and if she didn't do it now she would. So she kissed him, and she kissed him with everything she had in her. And he responded, and feeling his muscles embrace around her as she held onto him, and him onto her. The hand run through the back of her hair as he brought her in deeper, kissing his soft and warm lips as her fairy magic went into him. As the kissed deeper, one of her arms wrapped up under his arm and held onto his back as she held onto him. When the rough feeling of his demon flesh became apparent, it didn't stop her. She sobbed as she kissed him but held on hard, kissing him deeper to bury the creature back down. And momentarily, the demon disappeared and Samael was there again.

As the kiss broke, Lana held her forehead against his as tears fell more and her bottom lip shook. Did it work? What was going to happen next? She felt his warm breath against hers as she breathed heavily. She was so exhilirated and overwhelmed right now, it was unbearable. But here she was, with him as she heard him say her name. When hearing it, her eyes opened as she slowly calmed down slightly, looking into his eyes. Then he said it. Those words broke Lana as she smiled, tears still falling in happiness as she laughed/cried slightly, feeling like she had just won the world, wrapped up in one amazing man. The fact that he had killed so many people, and have done the worst things that Lana had ever seen wasn't redeemed, but it wasn't Sam who did it. It was the monster inside him. But this was the happiest she had been in a long time. "I love you too". She said, holding him close as she was held close to him her hand running from his back, down and up to his chest as she laid her hand on his chest. Thud, thud. She couldn't be happier. But then with his mouth near her ear, he whispered the words that completed everything. In tear, overcome with joy she hugged him and held him tight. "I did! I did, Sam, I did. I love you so much". She said in happy tears of course as she held him. This moment was the best moment of her life.

Mari! Letting go slightly from her hug so she could look behind her, her arms still on Sam's shoulders she looked behind her. Seeing Mari, the girl looked so exhausted and Lana was kinda worried. She knew how fragile the girl could be, even though today she definitely packed a fair bit of punch. "Mari, are you okay?". She asked across the room to her. "We did it sweetie, you've got your brother now". Lana told Mari, a big smile on her face as she removed one of her hand from Sam to wipe the tears from under her eyes and cheeks. Looking back to Sam again, the smile still on her face she put both arms around him again. She never wanted to let go of him. "We did it". She said again, looking up into his eyes again.

[Michael]

His name was called, and the beacon was sending its direct signal to him, and within mere moments, Michael was outside of the Sinclaire Manor. His gaze of the house allowed him to see everything inside of it, and outside. The house itself had been fortified by countless forms of magics, from white magics, to dark and demonic magics. So much magical power had been placed into this house, that it inevitably developed a sentience of its own. But its power could not block Michael's own vision from looking past the walls of the foundation, and seeing its life force, and the life force of three beings inside. There was Mari, Lana, and...even Samael's. While there was darkness surrounding his aura still, indicating the demonic heritage inside of him, unlike before, there shined a light from within the darkness, and it was shining bright. Samael's soul was finally surfaced, but it had managed to integrate with his demonic essence. The soul had always been there though, and it had always been a part of Samael, and his very being, but never before was it so strong than now. Lana and Mari managed to save the lost soul inside of him, and it meant that Michael would no longer have to kill Samael.

As the doors opened for Michael, and he entered Samael's part of the mansion, he walked towards the three, and looked upon Samael for the first time. No doubt, Samael knew who Michael was, and why he was there, but more importantly, when Michael looked into Samael's eyes, he could no longer see the torment and pain that had been so present in the pictures of Samael that he had seen, nor in the visions of Samael, when Michael was looking on the Earth from Heaven. “Hello Samael,” Michael said calmly, yet felt incredibly awkward about introducing himself to what was still a demon, albeit, a demon with a soul, “I am the Seraphim, Michael.” He turned to look at Mari, who had drained herself from using her power against Samael. After a closer observation, he could tell that there was some vengeance involved in healing Samael's tortured soul, as there was with good intention.

Michael placed his hand on Mari's arm and a gold light shot through his hand, healing her in mind, body and soul, as well as rejuvenating her once again. “Mari, you should be very careful with your powers,” he explained, “while they will come to be easy to use within due time, to try to use them at their maximum potential now, would only serve to leave you in the state that you were just in.” Michael then softly lifted Mari up to her feet, and turned to Lana. “Hello again Lana,” Michael said politely, “I am glad that it was both you and Mari to save Samael. More importantly, because of the connection that you have with Samael, that goes well beyond love.” His eyes shifted between both Lana and Samael, before Michael walked towards Samael. “Samael, Lana is your soul mate, your other half,” he explained to the two, “it is why you two connected so quickly to one another, despite your earlier feelings for one another. It is also why Lana could also heal your soul. No other fairy with her power could perform such a feat, but because you two are connected, she can heal you, and in truth, you have the power to heal her as well, if you wanted. You had the power to all along.”

He went silent momentarily for the knowledge to sink in before continuing, “But your connection to one another also transcends just love, it is a bond that you two will be able to carry with one another, no matter where either of you go. And you are both all the more powerful together, than apart.” Michael finished explaining and stood back as he walked towards Mari again. “You and I both have much training to do before you can effectively wield your power in such a way again. But it is your angelic power, and yours to control.”

[Samael Sinclaire]

He held onto her for what seemed like an eternity, as if he was afraid that if he let go of her, he would lose his soul again, and lose Lana as well. But he knew that she was right there with him, and he was right there with her. Though the demon would always be a part of Samael, he knew now that he did not have to kill anymore. Not out of impulse, but only if necessary. As the doors to Samael's part of the Mansion opened up, and the Seraphim came in, Samael stood back momentarily. He was well aware of the Wrath of God coming for him, and that he was here to prevent Samael's ascension to full demon, but he did not have to now. Reginald was dead, and Samael's soul was healed. He watched Michael warily, and his eyes shifted a demonic red for a moment, before Michael politely introduced himself to Samael, with no form of hostility in his voice. Samael's eyes reverted back to normal, and watched Michael carefully.

Samael watched the Seraphim closely. What both Lana and Mari probably could not see, was Michael's true form. Samael, on the other hand, he could see Michael. The real Michael. The entity that was behind the human form. Burning in a different kind of fire that Samael could wield, and the only kind of fire that could hurt, or even kill Samael. Looking closely at Michael heal his sister, he watched as he walked back over to Lana and Samael, who was still holding on to Lana. “What connection?” Samael asked, looking at Lana with some curiosity.

Soul mates? If someone had told Samael after his first fight with Lana, that she was his soul mate, then he probably would have laughed and laughed and laughed after telekinetically blowing them to pieces from the inside out. But now, he was more than willing to buy purchase into that idea. “That would explain her stubbornness...” he said jokingly, before holding her closer. But when Michael confused Samael when he mentioned that he could heal Lana as well, when she could clearly heal herself automatically. “You got me there, Mr. Flaming Chicken...” He said, having given that nickname to the Seraphim a while ago, and it somewhat stuck after a while, “she does not need healing from me. Her power is to be able to heal, whenever she wants. She literally cannot die.” But he probably meant for something else. What, Samael did not know, but if the Seraphim knew something that Samael did not, then it would be revealed in due time.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari woke as Michael healed her and looked up into his eyes. Her own filling with tears as he healed her, "I didn't do it right..." she murmured looking down and feeling ashamed. She knew that the good had still been worked with Samael but her ability to cope with things was lagging. She barely had time to process anything and so when Michael looked at her she knew she'd approached things wrong in her attempt, "I'm sorry." she wanted to go hide and cry in a corner somewhere. She always hated it when she let others down and she felt it very keenly within herself. Like a knife. She deserved to get knocked on her ass for her trouble.

In reality it was mostly the fact that she subconciously knew she was safe enough to finally moun for her losses. She'd not had time to deal with much of anything and she needed to hide for a while and just have a good old fashioned cathardic cry followed by about a 14 hour nap. She didn't know if she would get it but she needed it desperately. She was tired of trying to be brave for others sake. She just needed to rest. "We can study sometime." she said absently. It wasn't that she didn't want to it was that she was emotionally overloaded. While she was happy Sam had found Lana and vice versa it was hard to process given what she had been through. She stood up shakily and softly sighed as she massaged her temples. All this energy and not a darn thing to do with it. She'd probably work out or something, she really didn't know.

[Lana Louise Evans]

She was wrapped in his warm strong arms, and she wasn't about to let go. She could feel Samael's desperation to hold onto her, but he had to know that she wasn't going anywhere. Lana wipped her thumb under her eye one last time to rid her of her tears, feeling comfortable and - loved in Sam's arms. But Mari - she was unconscious. Lana didn't realize right away it being the best moment in her entire existance and all that, but when Mari wasn't moving Lana started to feel freaked. Was she - ? ''Marina? Marina, sweetie, are you okay?''. asked Lana as she looked at the girl for a second, before the door opened. She could feel Samael tense up when it opened, but when she saw the comforting face rise she knew it was okay. Turning in Sam's arms so her back was against him, his arms around her waist she placed her hands on his arms and felt his warm skin. ''Don't worry, he's a - friend''. Associate? Cohort? She wasn't sure what to register him as but after all that he had done for them, he had the right to be declared a friend. There little ol' guardian angel, Michael.

After introducing himself to Samael, Lana smiled slightly. It was honourable of Michael, especially since he was basically sent to kill Samael, but he didn't have to anymore. It was Michael that assured them that they could save Samael and he was right. They were safe, and together. Except it was a 'thank-god' moment when Michael healed Mari. So much more efficient opposed to the lip-to-lip contact Lana has to endure in order to heal someone. But when Mari woke up, Lana could see the tears. More than anything she wanted to run up and hug her, but Mari had some kind of mind-set that she did it wrong. But she didn't - did she? Samael was fine, Lana could tell that he was the same guy that she had caught glimpses of over the past month. Mari didn't do anything wrong, the girl performed a miracle, and Lana couldn't have done it without her. ''Don't say that Mari, it's fine. You saved him. You saved all of us''. She said, running her fingers up and down his arm as she smiled at the cupid. But it was time for Michael's word on them. Lana dreaded that he would have to take Samael away because of what he tried to do, or something. But instead it was words of knowledge, and words that actually were able to make Lana blush. Sam looked at her when Michael spoke of the connection, but Lana didn't really need an explaination, she could feel the connection. It did transend love or any Romeo and Juliet, it was stronger then anything. She smiled to Samael as she listened to Michael's words more. ''I know. I could feel it''. She said with certainty as she looked to Michael, and her eyes widdened erradically. Put her on the spot much?

''Oh - okay, there we go. I didn't know the soul-mate thing really existed but color me taught''. She shrugged, and then heard Samael's joke. He joked, and she smiled. She hadn't heard him joke unless it was humanizing a death-threat, but she actually liked it and gave him a playful nudge as she turned to listen to Michael once again as he spoke of something else pretty cryptic; that Sam could heal her. Um, Lana's pretty much immortal in white skinnies right now, how could Samael heal her. ''Yeah, when you can't really get hurt, external help is kinda redundant. Mind giving a bit of info about that little fact''. She asked. To be healed, maybe it wasn't physical. Because Lana could take a bullet to the chest, break her neck or get crushed by a train and survive, but heart-ache or emotional torment is something that pretty pink light can't fix.