The Light In You | SAMAEL |

[Lana Louise Evans]

"Let's go, Hell Boy".
She said as she grabbed his arm, and closed
her eyes to glisten. Pink light shone from
Lana and into Samuel, filling them with fairy
soul power as they glistened, and Lana
found herself in the pre-reconstructed
magic shop, looking at the rubble they had
left before. "Ahhh, the memories".

She browsed around a bit. She looked to the floor to the ceiling. It was official that Lana could now be branded the worst shop-keeper ever. Another reason to definitely not get into retail, and she shrugged as she looked around. A part of her was screaming in her mind to why she was doing this. Was it some kind of compassion to evil or the fact that she is just really, really stupid. She was here, she was looking for a book to help someone die. But she knew something that Samael didn't. She knew how to appeal to him now, she had basically tasted the evil inside him. It was dank like charcoal, but with the sweetness of light inside him. Only a small bit, but it was something. She knew she could draw that out if she wanted to, and she needed too. But she had to get the right timing, so until that time arose she would play the good-ish little fairy and look for a book. Looking in a crate with the surviving books inside, she wipped the ash off of them with an open hand and looked at them. Chronicles of Basticus? No. Baccrum Compendium? No. Love and Lust? No........ Wait.

Turning her back to him, she flipped the book open. Scanning through as fast as she could, she found something. 'To create soul-mates and the spiritual-bond'. How could she trigger a soul-surge better. ''Have you found anything yet? She asked as she moved into the front room. She knew what to look for, hell she redid the inventory in this crap factory like twenty times over in the past few weeks. Rosemary, raven feather, a red candle and a beautiful little stanza of cheesy crap. Moving as fast as she could, she grabbed the candle and a vial of rosemary and the feather. Sitting it down on the counter, she had to do this quickly. Invulnerable or not she was still intimidated by him. She didn't want a demonic puppy humping her leg, but she needed to do something to stop him. Dabbing the rosemary along the base of the feather, she lit the candle and ran the raven over it, it burning as a pink flame rose from it.

''Aphrodite, spread your wings.
With feathers from black, bring his soul to me. Let your light touch him, and love to fill the air. Love, passion, life and living; bring it to him. Bring it all to him''. She pictured him, and spun around after reading the last note of the spell. Running towards him, she stopped and blew the ash over his face in a glistering cloud which rushed over him, and she hoped to god it would work.

[Samael Sinclaire]

There, in the midst of things, this fairy managed to do something with her power. Not only did she manage to heal Samael's scar, but she also managed to unintentionally cause his broken soul to surface. Despite his demonic heritage, there was still human within Samael, and with all humans, there was the soul. It was quite possibly one of the things that drove his step father to sadistically torture Samael, when he was a child. Possibly why the Demon Lord did not see Samael any differently from the rest of the souls in Hell. It was not to say that he did not go without a valuable lesson from his step father, but Samael's very own hatred and anger managed to poison and infect his soul since childhood. Choking it, and corroding it, and ultimately suppressing it into a deep, black abyss in Samael's own dark heart, nestled within the icy heat of angry flames within Samael. And yet, for the better part of three decades, all of that torment and all of that anguish was suddenly beginning to fade away due to one, little kiss.

They always said, even in Hell, that mistletoe was only deadly if you ate it, but a kiss was by far deadlier. Lana managed to prove to Samael just how true that could be. But with the weight of such a soul, now came the anger and the hatred that only intensified what Samael was really feeling inside: Fear. Fear of the unknown and fear of the potential weakness that could come from such a petty and insignificant thing as a soul. It was enough to boil the blood and send a shiver down his spine, simultaneously.

But he would not allow it to overcome him, and enslave him. Not when he had come so far now. He now knew that he could effortlessly best his own father. Destroy him even! And all it would take would be the simple whim of his hand, and his father would be sent to the fiery abyss that he had sold his own soul to. It would be over. Samael's own soul would be consumed, and obliterated by the fires of his glorious transformation, and all that will be in its place, would be the very thing that he was meant to be. There was nothing but an insignificant soul in between him and his destiny, and Samael would endure it for as long as he had to in order to embrace the true part of him.

When they arrived at the book store, he looked around at the chaos that was caused by their previous battle. When he savored the fear in her eyes, as she realized that Samael was more than just a common demon, but a force that ripped through the shop like a blood stained hurricane. If she tried to trick him, or betray him, then she would learn that the most frightening thing about her encounters with Samael, both past and present, is that she is only in the eye of the storm.

Immediately, he waved his hand and telekinetically pushed most of the mess out of their way. As he looked towards the back of the room, where the fairy managed to unleash that bitch of a mermaid, he quickly pushed the rubble forward towards the door, as to make sure that a threesome did not happen again. He would have to make a mental note, that he would ensure a fish fry would occur if Lana did, in fact try anything stupid. “The book I am looking for would more than likely be in your spell breaker section in what used to be the back of your shop,” Samael noted to her, pointing to where he had saw it when he opened the shop the last time, “I made sure to pay attention the last time I was here.” Samael walked around, taking note of the renovations that occurred since his last visit nearly destroyed it.

As he looked through the books, he quickly found what he was looking for, and pulled the book free. He quickly skimmed through it, finding the page he needed, and ripping it from the book and stuffing it inside a pocket. He turned to inform her that he found what he was looking for, but not before she came at him, and blew ash in his eyes, blinding him only momentarily. Samael let out a furious roar as he felt something take effect. Suddenly, Samael found himself shifting back and forth from his human form, to his demonic form, his eyes beginning to shine in a bright light, before quickly being quelled by red eyes in their place.

But then, the spell stopped suddenly, and Samael gazed upon the fairy with a furious gaze. “I am going to cut into you in ways that you never thought possible!” He hissed coldly, “Lucifer, himself will weep himself to his knees at the masterpiece of pain that you will become!” He knew that the fairy would not have been able to be trusted, so Samael had placed a small trinket in his pocket for protection. It belonged to a witch doctor within the city, and he confided with his last breath to Samael its location. Samael had originally planned to use it against Reginald, in case his father tried anything stupid like what this fairy just tried, but instead, Samael would just simply have to improvise when the time came.

But in the meantime, Samael's arms were suddenly drowning in hellish flames that crackled furiously, threatening to lick away at whatever came into their path. “You think I want my soul to surface!?” he asked coldly, yet rhetorically. While Samael was relatively new to this world, and had managed to gain a vast amount of knowledge in a short period of time, he still did not realize that the flashing lights and sounds of police sirens that were heading towards the shop's location due to a tripped alarm caused by Samael meant that humans were coming to try and subdue him.

[Lana Louise Evans]

Okay, that was unexpected. The spell worked, tearing him as the soul started to surface until - DUM DUM.... it stopped. He glared at her with such hatred at that second, and Lana took a step back. But what could she do now? She tried a spell and it didn't work, but now she was out of choices. She was a super duper heroin chick with attitude, but she isn't a fairy for no reason. Unlike him, he heart wasn't dark and dank, it was pink and shining. Unless she wanted herself to get hurt or the entire city to blow up in flames, she had to do something. As flames errupted from his arms, Lana stood back as she squinted to him. The darkness ran flickering shadows over his face as she just stood and looking at him, backing away slightly as the flames grew bigger. She tried to see him, but couldn't. He was trying his hardest to bottle up that soul of his and bury it deep under the flames, but she could see passed that.

"Because I can see it". She said shakily as she then moved towards him. His anger scared her more than the flames. "A soul isn't something you can just take away. It is there, right there. I can see it in those eyes, hidden behind flames or not. But - it hurts". She looked down slightly, then looking back up to him as her hair fell back into place. "The pain, the feelings - the guilt that comes with. I didn't want to break your trust because - well - I don't trust you. But if there is anything you can look for in a man is a soul. Because even though their is the bad, there is love. Their is happiness and all those moments in between. That is more forfilling then any power you could get Sam". She had loved. She had lost. She had happiness. She had sadness. She loved Max, but she never saw him again. Her parents were murdered, and they are now gone to her. She was apart of a family that smothered her in comfort, and it was torn away with her and left her with - saddness. But if she was given the option to give away her soul, she would rather die. Because after everyting you want to achieve, what are you left with. Emptiness, and darkness, and all the moments in between will feel like nothing.

Hearing the sirens, she knew she didn't have long. But she had to do something. Moving towards him even closer, the heat felt so strong against his skin, and it stung as she moved right up to him. The flames licked on her skin, scorching her as she let out a shaky breath of pain, but she just looked into his face. "It hurts. It hurts like - hell. But I can let you - throw everything away for a vandetta that - may or may not help you. And I believe in the man, that I see in your eyes. He is strong, and he is sensitive, but he is hidden. All you need is a little light". Blood poured from the burnt holes in her arms as she leaned in, and went to kiss him. If he would is undetermined. If this had any effect on him is up to him. But she leaned in with nothing but heart, and hope that this dirty and fiery frog could be turned into a prince, or if the flames consume him and he is just the fearless dragon - that she will have to slay.

[Samael Sinclaire]

The flames on his arms got hotter and hotter as they burned of the fires of Hell. They mimicked the rage within his heart as he began to give in and embrace the demonic blood flowing through his veins, corrupting his heart and blackening his soul even further. She stepped back, and as she did, Samael's eyes grew redder. “Stupid, idiotic bitch!” he sneered, spit flying from his lips as he cursed at her. This time, he would burn her until not even ashes were left. And then when she was finally dead, he would find a way to send her soul straight to Hell, and made sure that it somehow landed in the Fifth Sphere.

“And I am going see to it that it suffers until I remove it!” He growled as she stepped forward. As she did, so did he. She was not running. Foolish, but at least she was not running like the coward that she was in her own home, and it saved Samael energy.

“MY NAME IS SAMAEL!!!” he roared furiously, immediately after she called him Sam. His voice as he roared was inhuman and incredibly demonic sounding. The shortening of his name made him feel...ordinary, and he hated that feeling more than anything at the moment. Just then, the flames spread further past his shoulders, engulfing his chest now.

But then, as she leaned in, kissing him deeply, something sparked inside of him. The flames consumed them both then, as she kissed him. Suddenly, the fire died around his and her body and his eyes lost their demonic look.

Something was changing within him and he did not know what it was. Part of him felt poisoned and the other half felt healed. Crystal clear tears from Samael's eyes wet both his face, and her own as he pulled her in closer, holding her gently within his arms as the kiss became less intense and more passionate, caring. Samael brushed back the left side of her hair and broke the kiss suddenly as he held onto her, weeping softly as the sirens grew louder and louder. He held Lana close to him like a man who was away from a long lost love, and softly kissed her forehead.

He was reborn then, and for a moment, there was peace. A serenity that he had never felt before in his entire life. It was as if all of the decades of pain, anger, and resentment, all of it, was washed away by the light that flooded his body. Samael released her suddenly, as he saw the door kick open, and a police officer came in holding a weapon.

“Freeze!” He barked to them both, “Put your hands in the air, or I will drop both of you fuckers!”

Samael glared at the mortal weapon, and suddenly, the rage returned and his heart filled with hatred once again. His eyes turned bloodshot red once more, and the officer gazed at him with a mix between being baffled and deeply afraid. Samael raised his hand upwards, and sent the officer flying back into a metal piece that would have held bookshelf on the wall. The metal piece broke through the man's skull, and punctured the part of the brain that was connected to the spinal column, killing him instantly. Silently at first, he chuckled before the shop was filled with laughter. “Real cute, but you cannot tame a beast that has already had a taste for blood. It's not right trying to tame what is supposed to be wild.” Samael looked outside at the cop car, and noticed another police officer, who had a radio in their hand, and could soon hear more sirens coming in closer and closer.

“Outstanding,” he said with a grim smile, “more lambs to the slaughter.” He turned around, glaring at Lana, as he began to shift into his demonic form.

[Lana Louise Evans]

The words hurt more then the fire. She could feel the lack of feeling in her fingers now as they were shrivelling, but she moved close. He could call her a bitch, scream in her face. It didn't change anything. Since she saw it, that light she felt drawn. It wasn't love, she could trust him enough for it to be love. But it was something, something hidden underneath that just wanted to rise. But he didn't want it too. But she still did it, and she didn't know what to expect. To be shot across the room, to be fully ignited? She was as scared as he was at this point, and she could see it. But as her lips touched his, he felt it. Warmth, and passion, and a relenteless desire for her. She kissed him, to see his reaction at first. But when she felt him kissing back, she let it out. The healing kiss mist soured into his mouth as she kissed him, and even though the burns were only inches from her face she didn't care. The pain would go away, she just hoped that this didn't. Her eyes slowly flicked open as she saw the flames dying down, and his eyes going back to normal. The person that - she cared about, was showing his true face. Pink light radiated from the burn wounds up her arms as she kissed him deeper.

That's when she felt it. The soft and trickling feeling of tears as he kissed her. He shining hand rose and just finished healing as it ran through the back of his hair, kissing deeper. He was crying, and it broke he heart. Her own tears started to come out as she kissed him, feeling like this was the best kiss, the best moment she had ever had. Sure, he was part demon. Sure, he was a killer. But this, right now, was magic. His strong arms curled around her as she let herself get lost. Her arms trailed down his neck, running gentle fingers to his chest as she felt it. It was warm, and that thud was as clear as day. Bom Bom - Bom Bom - Bom Bom. His hand ran through the side of her hair as he broke from the kiss, and she felt him holding her. Not tight, but gentle. The gentlest a guy has ever touched her as he kissed her forehead, and she put her head again him as she cried with him, feeling him shake in sobs. She didn't want this to end - ever. "Samael..... I -". Love you, was cut completely short. She felt him let go as her head spun around and looked at the police officer. Her arms slipped away from him as she turned to face the officer, and then saw him spring up a gun. Oh no, please no. "No, please don't. My cousin owns this store, I -". Before she knew it, this mixed emotion cop was sent through the air. Her jaw dropped as she saw him get impaled on the wall, and just seeing him lay their dead. She couldn't heal him, she couldn't heal the dead. As soon as she heard that 'crunch', her hand shot to her face as the tears kept falling, and she gasped, shaking as she turned back to him as he laughed. Where did the real Samael go?

After what he said, she hurried towards him. "I have taken a life. It feels good and empowering, right? But this isn't it. This isn't the answer. What just happened, you and me, that's the answer. I can't lose you - when I just had you". She sobbed, but then heard what he said and turned and looked through the door. Another officer was coming in with a shot gun. When she saw it, she moved from him. She couldn't let him kill, she had to protect him. She caught a glimpse of his demon form as he looked at the officer coming in. He saw his co-worker on the floor, and cocked the gun straight up at them. "Marks! Don't fucking move!". The officer screamed at her as she held up her hands in a 'I surrender' fashion, but really wanted this guy to turn and leave. "No, please. Don't shoot". She begged in tears, but then saw the gun being directed at Samael. She could just feel the officer starting to tug on the tigger, so she shot forwards. Before she knew it, she had jumped into the line of fire as she feltover a dozen of bullets viciously shoot into her back. Lana screamed out loud as she fell to the ground, blood pouring out of her mouth as she laid lifeless on the ground - at least for now. "S-Sa --". She tried to speak, but then the life slipped away from her as Lana Evans had died - again!

[Samael Sinclaire]

A smile crossed Samael's grim face, as he began to wipe away the wet tears from his eyes. When the second officer came in, he watched as the fairy jumped in front of Samael to somehow protect him from the gunshot. He tilted his head to the side as he watched the situation happen, bit by bit. She was hit by the blast, and then fell to the ground, trying to utter his name before dying before his eyes. Samael still felt the painful effects of the soul within him. He wanted to drop to his knees and hold her lifeless body close to him, but the rage that he was feeling for her dying was overwhelming. At that split second of a moment, he thought about how ironic it was that he vowed to make her suffer, and now, more than ever, he wanted her alive and with him. Grief overwhelmed him then, and mixed with his anger, and suddenly, he gave in fully to his demonic side once again. Samael shifted fully into his demonic form, right before the cop, who watched in terror at what his mind refused to accept, shutting down completely.

As soon as Samael fully shifted into his demonic form, the monster stepped forward towards the cop. In desperation, the police officer aimed and fired at the demonic monster before him. The bullets hit the beast, but while they knocked Samael back, they did little to penetrate the red monster's skin. The monster grabbed the officer by the throat lifting the officer in the air as he struggled, then, turning and looking down at Lana's lifeless body as the officer frantically tried to break free of the demon's iron grip. “You wanted so badly to save me, but...” Samael sank his razor sharp, demonic fangs into the officer's throat, tearing out a portion of his vocal chords as blood came out of the cop's mouth, causing him to choke on his own blood and die in fear.

“You could never save what was meant to be damned.” Samael said demonically, as he shifted back into his human form, wiping the mass amount of blood from his face. Suddenly, he turned to face the light of a helicopter hovering above, as a mass amount of LAPD squad cars began to surround the area. Samael backed away from the door, telekinetically closing it shut. While he was not worried about dying at the hands of a small army of pathetic mortals, their guns, if fired at him enough, would have enough power to incapacitate him. At least, while he was still half demon. Samael was not quite worried however, as he was more than confident that he could take out all of them.

He turned to look towards Lana, and his heart began to beat harder for her. Samael hit the wall, as he was a mixture of emotions from all areas. “This is going to be fun...” he said, focusing back on the police officers again.

[Lana Louise Evans]

BEAT! Her body flinched slightly, the feeling all over intensifying as she came back to life. She was alive, thank god! Dying was such a drag. The bitter taste of blood filled her mouth as she errupted in a loud cough, gagging on the blood as it poured out of her mouth and onto the floor. What just happened? It was slowly registering to her that she - well, was just shot in the back with a shot gun. Looking up slightly, she could see Sam where he was as she looked towards the back room. She didn't know what to do, but her legs weren't working yet. Tears in her eyes, she used her arms to pull herself across the floor. The loud booming of helicopter propellers rang through her mind as she grunted to try and get away from the scene. But finally, she felt them coming up in her throat. Round and metalic as she brought up the six bullets from the shot gun round. She pulvolted forwards, bringing them up as they scattered across the floor in a puddle of blood. Oh, thank god that was over. Now she felt the light coming out of her wounds as she finally started to regain feeling in her legs. Touching the doorframe to the back room, she stood up and then turned to face Samael.

He was against the wall, ready for battle until it registered. He had just killed two officers. One was against the wall as she turned her head and looked to the corpse on the ground with a chunk bitten out of his neck. Her hands went to her face which had mascara lines down her face and smudged blood as she cried, looking at the body and then up to Samael. She was repulsed by him as she backed against the wall looking at him. "H-How could you?". She cried as she looked to the bodies to him, and he was smug about it. But there was no time for this. She couldn't glisten because she smacked her head, but she had to do something. But officers smashed through the windows with guns at the ready, piling in as she looked to Samael. She wasn't innocent, she had let him in. She had helped him. And now all he had done was sign her death certificate. She looked to the officers but they didn't see her yet. She had to protect herself so when a gun did spin to face her she took action.

She swung a kick which hit the gun. It rocketed across the room as she spun and jumped, swinging a severely fast and hard kick into the officers face as he flipped through the air and into the crowd, knocking some officers down. She barely had time to react as she saw a gun cock and direct at her from to far away. Doing a back hand-spring, bullets flew but hit the wall as she slammed the door shut as fast as she could, hearing them banging against it, but also the screams of pain. She couldn't save Samael, not now. If there is hope for him, she couldn't provide it. Sobbing slightly she took a few steps back, but realized she had to get out of their. Bullets were flying from the window as she crouched to avoid them, and then she heard the sound of smashing as the officers started piling in here. She didn't hear the door open at first, but turning she saw the blunt end of a shot gun coming for her face, but she dodged it just in time to send a punch into their face before swinging them into the wall, now having the gun in her hand. This was insane! This who situation was nuts, and she didn't know what to do.