Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

That night, Damian laid motionless for hours. He felt her scoot right against his back and the temptation was there to turn, to put his arms around her fragile figure, but his mind was still a mess of emotions at that very moment. As the clock ticked, he felt her falling into deep sleep. He then stood up from the bed, grabbed his pillow and pressed it gently against her before stepping a few steps away from the bed to transform into Samael. He thought alongside his physical transformation would be the one of his heart, but alas, in his demon form with eyes burning with rage, he looked at the sleeping girl and all he could feel was an uncertain peace. For quite some time, Samael flew around the skies of New York and walked among the clueless individuals in the streets. In hidden corners, he would urge murders. Among crowds, he would ignite the drives of pickpocketers. Somewhere a few blocks down, an accident happened because of a drunk driver. In the distance, up above penthouse condo units, an unsuspecting middle-aged man fucks with a minor because she needed the money. Samael can do this, and so much more, just by the power of his mind. He can control others, but why the hell can't he control his own? Landing on top of a building, Samael stood along the edges of the roof and watched the quiet world below. A few crimes would be on the news again tomorrow morning, but these crimes weren't new anymore. He could hear the Satanists pray to his master which made him scoff, but it was something he cannot avoid. No one would worship Samael and to his comrades Belial, Beelzebub, and many others who are just like their master, yet it was something they've all come to terms with. At the farther distances lands and seas away, people were crying out to the devil. Many others, like Navaeh, uttered words like, I'd sell my soul to the devil without thinking about the consquences. A few miles away, some angsty teens played with an Ouija Board. Funny, because it was already 300am and he wanted to pay them a visit just to give them a little spook but just as he was about to appear to these dark lord fanatics, a nearer cry caught his attention. Navaeh. He sped away from the roof and teleported back in his unit to find her sitting up straight, her fear painted all over her face. She assured herself with a self-embrace and looked around and when she does this, she would see Samael in his full figure. At nearly 8 feet tall, Samael was obviously much larger than Damian but just like his human self, Samael had dark hair crowning his head. At the back of it, two large horns protruded sharply. His skin was pale, almost deathly white, and had intricate marks all over his arms, chest, and the sides of his face. No irises dotted his eyes -- just two burning red orbs which, despite the lack of any indication, looked directly at her with utmost concern. Claw-like hands gently touched her fear-stricken face. D-don't... don't be frightened, he managed to say. Those men, they're burning in hell now. I killed them. No one's going to come for you anymore. At his peripherals, Samael saw his claws and was instantly reminded that, at that very moment, it was him as Samael speaking so softly, comforting her with words he hoped would help. It's me, Navaeh. He told her. It took no more than two seconds for him to bring out the figure she had known and loved. Without even a second thought, he pulled her and locked her in her arms. I'd kill anyone and everyone who's going to come take you away from me again.