Post by Samael Sinclaire on Jul 25, 2012 15:26:05 GMT -5
He was cold. It was an odd sensation for someone that was born and raised within the inferno of the Fifth Sphere. His body was not used to the spasms of shivers that he had going for him, as his human form filled with goosebumps. Water was native to Hell, but it was also acidic and combustible, while this rain water that hit his skin was cold enough to chill his very bones. In truth, Samael felt as if he had been birthed into the world, like an infant leaving the womb. He could barely walk, and had to crawl most of the way to the ran down housing complex, where he took shelter in a dank, empty house. It was not vacant. Not in the least bit. Rather, in this sanctuary that was doomed to be demolished, there were others that were holed up in there with the naked man, who came in from the rain.
Samael was delirious. The process of digging his way out of Hell was a long and hard one, even if he was sent crashing through the gateway to earth. Slowly, but surly though, his strength was returning. He breathed heavily as he crashed through the door, taking it down with his body's weight and crawling over broken glass. His skin was tough, and wasn't cut by the pieces, but they still felt as if they were cutting into him. He cringed at the feeling. This world was so new, and filled with odd sensations, even if they were no different from the ones of Hell. As he crawled further, finally getting his body out of the rain, he looked around momentarily before looking at the homeless inhabitants that were also with him. These vagrants were no different from the dregs that he used to torture in Hell. And he ignored them completely. Mostly due to his confusion and absolute culture shock to this new world. The world where the souls of the damned were harvested and molded before reaching their ultimate destination within the pit.
But then there was one. One that sealed their fate as they approached Samael. An elderly man, who was wearing an old Army coat from the sixties, which was now encrusted with grime and filth, and pants that were ripped and torn. For a homeless man, he was certainly a plump one, but Samael had seen them all. The portly and the thin, and this one was no different, save for the smallest act of random kindness that was about to kill him, and everyone inside. He asked, “Are you alright mister?”
Samael looked up with blood red irises, which still burned with the fires of Hell. Sharp as daggers, and filled with rage. The rage gave Samael the strength to raise his right hand, and with a small twist of the wrist, he telekinetically broke the man's neck, and he fell to the ground, dead. Suddenly, his realization was coming to truth, and he realized that he was truly betrayed. Samael no longer acknowledged the man he had just killed, and soon his very soul was filled with rage. Suddenly, fire combusted from his left hand, still flat on the bare floor of the run down house, and not long after, the house was ablaze within the storm. As the flames got hotter, the more his rage filled his body, and the stronger he felt. Now, Samael was standing in the midst of a house now ablaze. For those that managed to escape the hellfire of the house, they watched in terror from a hole in the side of the house, where a large window used to stand. Samael had a look of sadness on his face as he looked around at the burning house, not quite focusing on the fire, but rather lost in a sea of his own thoughts. Bare naked, and tense, he clenched his fists tight and the fire only magnified, burning the house faster and faster.
Finally, the realization struck home. He had been betrayed, by the very woman who gave him life. Samael slowly walked through the fire, the flames doing nothing to harm his skin, as he came in closer and closer to the very center of the house. “MOTHER!!!!” he roared furiously, as the house came crashing down upon his body at last. And then, there was nothing left. The house was now a pile of still-burning rubble as it buried Samael in its debris. But only momentarily, for he soon blasted his way out of the burning rubble, telekinetically. As he stood, he walked away from the debris, past the other homeless that stared in absolute terror of the stranger that destroyed their shelter.
Ash covered, and dirty once more, he looked into the night skies above, to see that the rain had stopped and the starry night shined above him. It was an absolute oddity to say the least. How different this world was to his own.
Samael walked further down from the housing complex, and noticed a man on the streets, wearing what looked like warm clothing. With a smile, he said to Samael, “Boy, if it wasn't for the fact that I doubt you had money, I would give you a nice amount of my personal 'medication' to help warm you up. Ha ha.” Samael looked at the man and thought, He was dressed nicely.
Within minutes, Samael walked from the in between the complexes that he had seen the drug dealer, and was now wearing his clothes. Now, the dumpster that was once empty was now full and leaking blood. Human blood. Warmth was a necessity for Samael now, and now that he had gotten clothed, he needed to move and discover more about this strange world...
Samael was delirious. The process of digging his way out of Hell was a long and hard one, even if he was sent crashing through the gateway to earth. Slowly, but surly though, his strength was returning. He breathed heavily as he crashed through the door, taking it down with his body's weight and crawling over broken glass. His skin was tough, and wasn't cut by the pieces, but they still felt as if they were cutting into him. He cringed at the feeling. This world was so new, and filled with odd sensations, even if they were no different from the ones of Hell. As he crawled further, finally getting his body out of the rain, he looked around momentarily before looking at the homeless inhabitants that were also with him. These vagrants were no different from the dregs that he used to torture in Hell. And he ignored them completely. Mostly due to his confusion and absolute culture shock to this new world. The world where the souls of the damned were harvested and molded before reaching their ultimate destination within the pit.
But then there was one. One that sealed their fate as they approached Samael. An elderly man, who was wearing an old Army coat from the sixties, which was now encrusted with grime and filth, and pants that were ripped and torn. For a homeless man, he was certainly a plump one, but Samael had seen them all. The portly and the thin, and this one was no different, save for the smallest act of random kindness that was about to kill him, and everyone inside. He asked, “Are you alright mister?”
Samael looked up with blood red irises, which still burned with the fires of Hell. Sharp as daggers, and filled with rage. The rage gave Samael the strength to raise his right hand, and with a small twist of the wrist, he telekinetically broke the man's neck, and he fell to the ground, dead. Suddenly, his realization was coming to truth, and he realized that he was truly betrayed. Samael no longer acknowledged the man he had just killed, and soon his very soul was filled with rage. Suddenly, fire combusted from his left hand, still flat on the bare floor of the run down house, and not long after, the house was ablaze within the storm. As the flames got hotter, the more his rage filled his body, and the stronger he felt. Now, Samael was standing in the midst of a house now ablaze. For those that managed to escape the hellfire of the house, they watched in terror from a hole in the side of the house, where a large window used to stand. Samael had a look of sadness on his face as he looked around at the burning house, not quite focusing on the fire, but rather lost in a sea of his own thoughts. Bare naked, and tense, he clenched his fists tight and the fire only magnified, burning the house faster and faster.
Finally, the realization struck home. He had been betrayed, by the very woman who gave him life. Samael slowly walked through the fire, the flames doing nothing to harm his skin, as he came in closer and closer to the very center of the house. “MOTHER!!!!” he roared furiously, as the house came crashing down upon his body at last. And then, there was nothing left. The house was now a pile of still-burning rubble as it buried Samael in its debris. But only momentarily, for he soon blasted his way out of the burning rubble, telekinetically. As he stood, he walked away from the debris, past the other homeless that stared in absolute terror of the stranger that destroyed their shelter.
Ash covered, and dirty once more, he looked into the night skies above, to see that the rain had stopped and the starry night shined above him. It was an absolute oddity to say the least. How different this world was to his own.
Samael walked further down from the housing complex, and noticed a man on the streets, wearing what looked like warm clothing. With a smile, he said to Samael, “Boy, if it wasn't for the fact that I doubt you had money, I would give you a nice amount of my personal 'medication' to help warm you up. Ha ha.” Samael looked at the man and thought, He was dressed nicely.
Within minutes, Samael walked from the in between the complexes that he had seen the drug dealer, and was now wearing his clothes. Now, the dumpster that was once empty was now full and leaking blood. Human blood. Warmth was a necessity for Samael now, and now that he had gotten clothed, he needed to move and discover more about this strange world...
