you're holy to me
Rough, harsh sobs grated his throat. How could this happen? Everything had come tumbling down around him. The cold crept under his pelt, scraping its icy talons over his skin. Oh great, that was just what he needed right now. Elegant crown rose from the snow, sightless gaze blank. Clumps of snow fell from the downy fur of his cheeks, slid from his pale muzzle. He hiccuped his way into a fresh bout of tears, keening his heartbreak into the sky. Those words replayed in his head, over and over. The broken record of "I've killed him, taken his life- again and again. Why had it needed to be Samael? Why couldn't it have been someone else, someone that Gabriel could be mad at damn it! "-penance for the pain he inflicted-" It would haunt him, just like everything else. Maybe not forever, but for a long time. His brother had his reasons, "-for the pain he was going to inflict." They were valid reasons. Still, his head kept working that speech over and over. Bouncing off the walls of his skull, echoing. "I've killed him, taken his life-" The Lord was dead. Gone. He hadn't thought it was possible. How did one kill a god? He arranged his limbs beneath him, desperately trying to preserve his body heat while he tried to gather himself. He couldn't stop crying. His chest hurt, his head spun. The force of his grief had hit like a train. "Why?" He questioned aloud, rough vocals shaking. Why had the Lord done this to His children? Why had He Fallen, when He was supposed to be a pillar of holiness for all to bow before? The pinnacle of goodness, of prosperity. Instead, He had sinned just as any mortal might. The betrayal sunk its claws deep into Gabriel's soul. Worse yet, why had He done this to Samael? Was banishment not enough? The slaughter of his wives? When had He planned to stop? Had He ever intended to stop? Oh, Lord. Poor Samael. He was still down there, by the molten river. Left to his grief and sins. Slowly, the herald rose to his paws. The chill had settled itself into his bones. Aches and pains. In those moments, he had aged infinitely beneath the snow laden sky. Exhaustion weighed him down. Slow but determined, he fought his way towards the heat that worked its way from underground. Each echoing step down the tunnel was matched with those words. "I've killed him, taken his life in penance for the pain he inflicted, for the pain he was going to inflict." Standing, forlorn, upon the warm stone floor. A few steps were taken closer to the blessed heat of the river. "That must have been extremely difficult for you to do." He said, vocals raspy. What else could he say? After everything, his brother had been forced to commit the unspeakable sin. For his children. For the rest of their siblings. For me.
TO LET YOU KNOW WE MADE A MISTAKE |
Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.