Post by Corvin Blake on Sept 13, 2012 2:28:41 GMT -5
(OOC: This is just a simple meeting between Corvin and Samael to add to their storylines. Ready to be Archived whenever! 
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Samael returned to the small crypt that he had been residing in since he came to Earth from Hell. He held his hand tightly on his shoulder where the bullet had struck. Every last cop that had entered the shop had died violently by his hand, and when Lana caught the sight of him covered in blood, she ran too. Samael tried to call out to her, but he knew that she was gone. Whatever feelings that she had felt for him were probably gone, and replaced with fear. Samael could not believe how weak she had made him feel, and how he felt so...human in her presence. So miserable. It was unlike anything he had ever felt, and yet she made him feel that way, and it burned Samael deep down to his very core.
“Not easy being green, is it?” came a voice from the shadows, “Well, red in your case. But let's not get caught up in sayings, shall we?” Samael stood up instantly, forgetting about the wound that was already closing up, and holding out his hands as they were consumed in fire. As he did, Corvin stepped from the shadows, hand up in a surrendering motion. “Give me one reason why I should not spend the next fortnight skinning you alive!” Samael hissed, as he twitched his index finger, and pinned Corvin to the wall, unable to move, while his left hand telekinetically gripped Corvin's throat.
“I am not your enemy...Samael...” Corvin struggled to say through gasping breaths, “You are a powerful demon, and I only want to help you become more powerful...kill me if you want, but your journey to become a full blooded demon would take a lot longer without me.” Samael did not know who this person was, or why he was so eager to help, but he slowly released his telekinetic hold on the man's throat to let him speak. “Go on...I'm listening...” Corvin gasped a breath of fresh air as he looked at Samael with wide eyes.
“Thank you...” he said dryly as he sighed a breath of frustration, “my name is Corvin Blake, and I have heard a lot about you and the ruckus that you have been causing up here, Samael. I heard about how you killed your step father, a Lord of Hell, and are now trying to get back to Hell by becoming a full demon. Speaking of Hell, I hear a lot of people are Hell bent...no pun intended...on keeping you from reaching your goal. Lilith, your father, your sister, even God sent his mightiest Angel after you. It just does not seem right that they would see your goals not met. I would like to see otherwise, because you have a power unlike anyone I have seen in my eight hundred years of life. A focus and confidence that has surpassed everyone that I have ever brought to power. You could be a great Hell Lord, Samael, but there are obstacles in your way, and I happen to know short cuts.” Samael kept his hold on Corvin as he listened to him speak, and despite every fiber of his being urging him to kill this little worm, Samael could not help but think about what this man was saying, and how truthful it was.
“A lot of people have tried to speak of good will for me, only to betray me,” Samael said, “how do I know that you're just not another person suicidal enough to attempt to betray me in the long run?” Corvin scoffed and said, “Do you think I would have even risked my pretty arse coming all this way to offer you assistance if I was going to betray you? You already have me pinned to a bloody wall in a dank, murky crypt with who knows what crawling around in here. I seriously do not wish to have this place as my final resting place, but you have all the power right now. I just want a little piece of the action, and I can find people that are willing to side with you to see to it that your goals are met. Come on, young man, give a poor devil his due and a chance to prove his worth. If you think I am going to betray you, then you can kill me before I have a chance to act on my own defense and be done with me.”
Slowly, Samael released Corvin fully, and as the warlock shook off the dirt from his suit, he looked at Samael with appreciative eyes and grinned softly. “You won't regret this decision, chap.” He said, extending a gloved hand out to shake Samael's hand. “It is not me who will be doing the regretting if I do not get what I want.” Samael said, taking Corvin's hand and pulling him so dangerously close to his body, as his eyes turned demonic red.
)Samael returned to the small crypt that he had been residing in since he came to Earth from Hell. He held his hand tightly on his shoulder where the bullet had struck. Every last cop that had entered the shop had died violently by his hand, and when Lana caught the sight of him covered in blood, she ran too. Samael tried to call out to her, but he knew that she was gone. Whatever feelings that she had felt for him were probably gone, and replaced with fear. Samael could not believe how weak she had made him feel, and how he felt so...human in her presence. So miserable. It was unlike anything he had ever felt, and yet she made him feel that way, and it burned Samael deep down to his very core.
“Not easy being green, is it?” came a voice from the shadows, “Well, red in your case. But let's not get caught up in sayings, shall we?” Samael stood up instantly, forgetting about the wound that was already closing up, and holding out his hands as they were consumed in fire. As he did, Corvin stepped from the shadows, hand up in a surrendering motion. “Give me one reason why I should not spend the next fortnight skinning you alive!” Samael hissed, as he twitched his index finger, and pinned Corvin to the wall, unable to move, while his left hand telekinetically gripped Corvin's throat.
“I am not your enemy...Samael...” Corvin struggled to say through gasping breaths, “You are a powerful demon, and I only want to help you become more powerful...kill me if you want, but your journey to become a full blooded demon would take a lot longer without me.” Samael did not know who this person was, or why he was so eager to help, but he slowly released his telekinetic hold on the man's throat to let him speak. “Go on...I'm listening...” Corvin gasped a breath of fresh air as he looked at Samael with wide eyes.
“Thank you...” he said dryly as he sighed a breath of frustration, “my name is Corvin Blake, and I have heard a lot about you and the ruckus that you have been causing up here, Samael. I heard about how you killed your step father, a Lord of Hell, and are now trying to get back to Hell by becoming a full demon. Speaking of Hell, I hear a lot of people are Hell bent...no pun intended...on keeping you from reaching your goal. Lilith, your father, your sister, even God sent his mightiest Angel after you. It just does not seem right that they would see your goals not met. I would like to see otherwise, because you have a power unlike anyone I have seen in my eight hundred years of life. A focus and confidence that has surpassed everyone that I have ever brought to power. You could be a great Hell Lord, Samael, but there are obstacles in your way, and I happen to know short cuts.” Samael kept his hold on Corvin as he listened to him speak, and despite every fiber of his being urging him to kill this little worm, Samael could not help but think about what this man was saying, and how truthful it was.
“A lot of people have tried to speak of good will for me, only to betray me,” Samael said, “how do I know that you're just not another person suicidal enough to attempt to betray me in the long run?” Corvin scoffed and said, “Do you think I would have even risked my pretty arse coming all this way to offer you assistance if I was going to betray you? You already have me pinned to a bloody wall in a dank, murky crypt with who knows what crawling around in here. I seriously do not wish to have this place as my final resting place, but you have all the power right now. I just want a little piece of the action, and I can find people that are willing to side with you to see to it that your goals are met. Come on, young man, give a poor devil his due and a chance to prove his worth. If you think I am going to betray you, then you can kill me before I have a chance to act on my own defense and be done with me.”
Slowly, Samael released Corvin fully, and as the warlock shook off the dirt from his suit, he looked at Samael with appreciative eyes and grinned softly. “You won't regret this decision, chap.” He said, extending a gloved hand out to shake Samael's hand. “It is not me who will be doing the regretting if I do not get what I want.” Samael said, taking Corvin's hand and pulling him so dangerously close to his body, as his eyes turned demonic red.