Post by Samael Sinclaire on Oct 2, 2012 12:17:54 GMT -5
Confusion was the closest Samael could describe how he truly felt. Not too long ago, he was on a simple mission to reclaim what was rightfully his: The Throne of the Fifth Sphere of Hell. Taken from him by his mother, Lilith, and banished to Earth, Samael found that the only true way he would be able to return to Hell, and reclaim the throne, is if he killed his biological father, Reginald. By killing him, it would initiate the ritual that he started in Hell, turning him into a full blooded demon. Ironically enough, like in a movie, there was always the girl. That one beauty, who always managed to captivate the beast, and bring the man out of the monster. Somehow, even underneath all of the fiery hatred that he had felt for Lana when he first met her, something inside of him knew that he had loved her from the very moment that he met her. Even when he practically burnt her to a crisp, telekinetically threw her around like a rag doll, broke her nose, got her shot, and a laundry load of other things, that he was now feeling remorse for, he felt as if she was going to be a part of his life forever.
And while he did all he could to repress the soul that was inside of him, he knew he did so because he was afraid to love her. Samael knew what he was, and it was in his nature to kill. He was a demon from Hell, and he had done more to souls in Hell and people on Earth than anything that the human mind's limited imagination could process. And he did it out of the sheer joy of doing it. Now, all it took was a single kiss, and he was changed. Samael was the same person, yet a different one at the same time, and it was enough to make him have a lot of questions. Questions about himself, about his purpose in life, and who or what he even was anymore. Even after learning that Lana was his soul mate, and his desire to rule the Fifth Sphere a priority, there were a lot of questions burning in his head. The most important of all was where was he to go from here?
Samael put on a jacket, and left the mansion around sundown, leaving a note for Mari to read later on. Even though she did manage to also heal his soul in a combined effort with Lana, he felt certain that Mari and him were still not on the best of terms just yet. Not after the day he first moved into the mansion. He felt even more odd moving in, and being granted access to his father's clothes. It was no surprise to Samael, that he was actually the same size as Reg, and he had a decent taste in clothing. But after leaving the note, he slipped out of the back door, and walked most of the way to the city. It was a little nippy out, but Samael did not mind. His skin was hot as it was.
He did not know where exactly he was going, nor did worry about the destination. In a way, he was just passing through, and looking to find his own answers. In a way, he was hoping that a sign would hit him metaphorically in the face and tell him what to do. But the realist in him did not believe in signs, despite that he came from a world that was entirely supernatural. But he stopped as he felt rain drops hitting his skin.
Looking up to the sky he stood there in total silence near inner city LA, and suddenly, within each raindrop, he began to see the faces of every victim and every soul he ever killed or tormented. Each raindrop held a different face, and each face was frozen in the last expression they had before Samael killed them. His heart raced faster as he suddenly realized that although he felt regret for his crimes, a bit of him still held some apathy for the crimes, and that was what sickened him the most. For the first time in his life, Samael truly felt like he was in between worlds. A demon with a conscience was never really something of a real threat in most societies, and never were they truly accepted, especially by themselves.
He continued to walk down the lonely road, and as he looked ahead, he felt as if he had been down this road before in a way. He knew where this road lead, and it lead to a person that he did not want to be. He closes his eyes and tilted his head back as the rain soaked through his hair and he brushed his fingers though it. He was doing all he could from truly breaking down, but somehow, he always found himself just an inch from the ledge of sanity, looking into the bottomless pit of insanity.
And while he did all he could to repress the soul that was inside of him, he knew he did so because he was afraid to love her. Samael knew what he was, and it was in his nature to kill. He was a demon from Hell, and he had done more to souls in Hell and people on Earth than anything that the human mind's limited imagination could process. And he did it out of the sheer joy of doing it. Now, all it took was a single kiss, and he was changed. Samael was the same person, yet a different one at the same time, and it was enough to make him have a lot of questions. Questions about himself, about his purpose in life, and who or what he even was anymore. Even after learning that Lana was his soul mate, and his desire to rule the Fifth Sphere a priority, there were a lot of questions burning in his head. The most important of all was where was he to go from here?
Samael put on a jacket, and left the mansion around sundown, leaving a note for Mari to read later on. Even though she did manage to also heal his soul in a combined effort with Lana, he felt certain that Mari and him were still not on the best of terms just yet. Not after the day he first moved into the mansion. He felt even more odd moving in, and being granted access to his father's clothes. It was no surprise to Samael, that he was actually the same size as Reg, and he had a decent taste in clothing. But after leaving the note, he slipped out of the back door, and walked most of the way to the city. It was a little nippy out, but Samael did not mind. His skin was hot as it was.
He did not know where exactly he was going, nor did worry about the destination. In a way, he was just passing through, and looking to find his own answers. In a way, he was hoping that a sign would hit him metaphorically in the face and tell him what to do. But the realist in him did not believe in signs, despite that he came from a world that was entirely supernatural. But he stopped as he felt rain drops hitting his skin.
Looking up to the sky he stood there in total silence near inner city LA, and suddenly, within each raindrop, he began to see the faces of every victim and every soul he ever killed or tormented. Each raindrop held a different face, and each face was frozen in the last expression they had before Samael killed them. His heart raced faster as he suddenly realized that although he felt regret for his crimes, a bit of him still held some apathy for the crimes, and that was what sickened him the most. For the first time in his life, Samael truly felt like he was in between worlds. A demon with a conscience was never really something of a real threat in most societies, and never were they truly accepted, especially by themselves.
He continued to walk down the lonely road, and as he looked ahead, he felt as if he had been down this road before in a way. He knew where this road lead, and it lead to a person that he did not want to be. He closes his eyes and tilted his head back as the rain soaked through his hair and he brushed his fingers though it. He was doing all he could from truly breaking down, but somehow, he always found himself just an inch from the ledge of sanity, looking into the bottomless pit of insanity.
