Sister's Keeper (Mari)

[Samael Sinclaire]

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.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari stood there, shaken at the psychotic rage that Samael had exhibited towards her would be assailants. She quite honestly was scared speechless by the sheer overwhelming rage he was capable of. Looking at him she told him the truth, "I don't know where he is." she took off her glasses and wiped the blood spatter off them before taking a handkerchief and cleaning what few spots had hit her face and her front. "He did not tell me and I did not ask."

"Well it looks like you inherited Daddy's tendency to be a casual killer." she said dryly seeing him snap the neck of the human like it was a twig as she tried to regain some semblance of control over herself. She exhaled slowly through her nose and centered herself. If he was smart he'd give her that time. If not, he'd see what her instincts could do to him. She wanted to be anywhere but here. She was feeling very closed in and did not like it at all.

"I do not know where he is. And generally I don't bother him when he goes to ground. I mean you seem to think that I haven't been trying to escape him for about 12 years." she snorted at him as she stared at him, "You should realize there are enough mental blocks in my mind that prevent me from turning on him. He's a telepath for heavens sake. Even if I did want to help you. Which I don't. I could not utter a single word of his location if I did know it. Which I do not. Now you can do your intimidation dance all you want but the reality is you know I am telling the truth. You're too skilled at interrogation not to realize it by now." She glanced about the area more to get a feel for where she was at than any real desire to escape at this moment. After all she was telling the truth as she saw it.


"It has nothing to do with being irresponsible. I just don't know where he is. Don't you think that he's figured out I can be used against him? Why would he risk his life by telling me information that you want? You don't know him well enough and its going to be your undoing if you keep on this path. He's not someone you go up against unless you want to lose. Trust me, I know." she folded her arms in front of her, "You think you're the first brother I've had that has tried to take him out? Please. The few that tried died horribly. Those that tried to use me? Even moreso." she tapped her foot at him as he stood there and glared at her, "Bullying me doesn't work. It just pisses me off. I'm sorry Lucifer himself didn't spawn you but given how much of a power hungry person you are I think he's probably glad he didn't bang your mom."

"Well no shit Sherlock. Did you think you could just tear a hole into this demention and not have someone come down to beat you like a red headed stepchild?" she raised an eyebrow at him, "Look I get your desire to take over hell. That whole show mom how badass you are and thumb your nose up at your father figure its classic prodigal child syndrome but its just not going to work if the people you consult aren't kept aware of where he is. Now sure you can torture me and kill me but chances are I'll be brought right back from the dead by the Almighty simply to be a pain in your ass so why don't you stop asking me where my pervert father is and just chill out for a bit. I swear, you're so intense all the time. No wonder your eyes are red; you've burst all the blood vessels in them."

[Samael Sinclaire]

(OOC: Mari gave me permission to god mod. )

“Look at you,” he said with pseudo-amusement in his voice, “acting all tough and collected, as if you think that I cannot smell the fear on you!” Samael extended his right hand forward and twitched his index finger to the left, sending Mari flying toward the alley wall. Before she hit the wall with full force, Samael allowed the blow to be cushioned, so that she didn't die from the impact. Turning to Mari's new direction, he twitched his index finger again and flipped her over, so that her back was against the wall. Slowly, he then began to raise her off of the ground, still keeping her body pinned. “You speak so highly of such an insignificant man like Reginald,” Samael hissed, walking towards his sister, “if he was such the creature that you claim he is, then he would have been more than able to defeat me when him and I met, but instead, he had his best ability turned against him, and running off like the coward he was. Truth is, our father has never witnessed a force such as myself before, and he knows good and well that I have the power to kill him, or he would not need to hide.”

He called her bluff, and he was nowhere near interested in what retort she would have for him. Time was now beginning to run short, and if God's mightiest angel was after him now, then Samael would have to acquire his full, demonic power soon, if he stood any chance at stopping this celestial being. Even in Hell, the demons had their fears, and a divine warrior, who managed to defeat Lucifer, himself was indeed a creature that not even Samael wanted to run into. At least not yet anyways. “If you do not know where Reginald is, then I can make this incredibly easy for you, sister,” he said, “you can help me find him, and I will finish the bastard off once and for all, or you can say no and really piss me off. I think you'll come to find that I am worse than our father in many, many ways.”

She wasn't thinking just yet. Samael could make life incredibly more difficult for her. So much so, that her current life now will seem like bliss for her compare to what Samael could put her through. Her friends were targets for Samael. All of them. “You're not the only person that I can go after. You have friends that I can pay a visit to, like your cousin, Cruise. He'll be much easier to kill, and I can see to it that he suffers severely.” he chuckled and looked into Mari's eyes, so she could try and tell Samael that she didn't care, or that they would be able to stop him.

Samael went for Mari's throat with his bare hand, and as the marking of Michael took effect, causing his hand to burn, he focused past the pain, grinning even. “Throughout my life, I have burned in fires far more hotter than this, sister. Tell your little 'pigeon' that he is going to have to step it up a notch if he really wants to intimidate me.” Samael released her finally, his hand a furious red now, and blistering. No matter though, as it would heal soon enough. Not on the level of that fairy, Lana, but enough for Samael to tighten his fist and still focus past the pain. After letting her throat go, he telekinetically released her from the wall as well.

“Then again, you're too much of a risk.” He said, suddenly changing his mind, “If Michael can find you, then you can lead him to me. Perhaps I was only meant to find you, so I can kill you.” In Samael's left hand formed a bright fireball. He could southern fry her before she even had a chance to make a move, but as he approached her, to shove the ball of hellfire down her throat, he stopped. Looking at her, something stirred inside Samael that he never noticed before in all of his life. An alien feeling that he did not like at all. He felt sick. “Get out of here.” he barked, extinguishing the fireball.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

The e-ride of the damned made her grow dizzy with the speeds she was being whipped around in. She could barely keep up with his solilique of awesome terror. "Listen here Mr. Energizer bunny of the damned. I don't give a crap if someone took your drumstick you don't have to be such a dick." she said as calmly as she could muster, "He can be as scary as I choose him to be to me. After all if he was trying to get in your pants you'd be pretty terrified too." There was a truth in her words that she hated. All this did was remind her how freaky her family was and she hated it.

"Yeah he's got more patience than you do." she snapped back at him as she tried not to throw up on him from her stomach going all over the place. "He knows better than to make me throw up on him." She looked at him with her eyes dark even as her skin went greenish and she felt her innards cramping.

Yawning at him she blinked, "Is this the part in the dialogue where I look all scared and shit and go "No! Not Cruise! Oh God no!" she asked him with a bored tone, "Cause my brother Nigel tried that the last time Cruise visited and Cruise kicked the shite out of him. You wanna call him and ask? I got em on speed dial." She wasn't going to let him blackmail her with her friends. Whatever he did it was of his volition not because she made him do anything.

"Well I'll let Michael know you wanna set a date up if you're really that into him." she smirked and straightened herself up as much as she could. She sensed his rage and the hair on the back of her neck tingled as she turned at his words.

The fire gave her pause and she felt her eyes watering from the heat as he looked like he was going to lash out at her and a golden glow erupted from her and washed over him. Her soul healing triggered she seemed to stare at him a moment before he told her to go. Deciding not to press the issue she did her best to do just that. Her uneaven gate making odd noises in the alley. She just wanted to go home and curl up somewhere safe. She felt exausted and was in desperate need of a nap.