The Vengeful One
Oct 28, 2015 2:41:29 GMT -7
Post by Adam on Oct 28, 2015 2:41:29 GMT -7
“Believe what you will,” Samael replied in a serious, yet casual tone, “but the evidence to the truth is already presented and clear if you would but look and think the situation through.” A chuckled came from Samael as he looked at her contempt and attitude as someone that refused to believe the truth. Her fire was something that Samael could see matching his own someday. And yet, she was still bound to her flame, enslaved by it. As she continued that she assumed that he would not expect gratitude, then she was right. That was the last thing Samael expected. To be perfectly honest, the first measure was expecting her to feign sleep, and strike when she felt that it would be least expected. Yet, Samael also trusted his instincts that she would be far too weak to move. Samael managed to pierce her side earlier, and although it was not a death strike due to Lidija’s own defensive moves, she would probably feel it by now, and her body would relent sending the necessary chemicals her way that would block all pain receptors towards it. Now, Samael had doubt that she could even lift that side’s arm, let alone move it much. When she mentioned that she felt insulted that he had even touched her, a booming laugh erupted from Samael’s gullet, traveling throughout the mountainside and into the lands. “I like you,” Samael replied boastfully, “you remind me of a younger version of myself. Swimming in the fires of rage, but unable to yet master those fires for combat.”
Comparing Samael and his kind to the ones responsible or her village’s destruction was insulting to say the least, but at the same time, Samael saw the pain in her movements, the rage that consumed her was one of wrath and revenge, and full of intense pain. She was in more pain than Samael, himself could ever inflict upon her and this much, he knew. “Because at the end of the day, all a dragon, or anyone for that matter, has is their honor,” Samael replied, “in my day, long before dragons came to this world, it was honor that allowed me to unite the clans into a single kingdom. Unlike my own tyrant father, who sought to only raise me as Faal Kaal, in order to secure his protection from assassins, I seek to exalt dragon kind back to glory. In order to do that, they must learn what honor really is.” Samael anticipated the doubt that she would have at his words. Yet, to tell them now would allow these words to be planted in her mind and grow. She would eventually doubt all that she had known about dragons, and turn herself in for her crimes. Otherwise, Samael would do all that was in his power to put her down.
As Lidija began to finally explain, Samael listened. To see her and know what she was intrigued him. In Samael’s day, there were no such things as other sentient species like his kind on his homeworld, only the other, violent beasts that evolved with the dragons. While dragons may have been the apex predator of their homeworld, there were plenty of beasts that had the capabilities of injuring dragons, or even killing them. It appeared that these mortals allowed to certain powers to be inherited into their offspring, but at random. “...they worshipped us?” Samael asked as if it was odd. These creatures could produce powerful warriors like Lidija with his kind, and yet they worshipped dragons? Samael could not grasp the idea until he saw a mortal, but he was unsure whether to find it intriguing, or pathetically weak. Although, he would not say that to Lidija...yet
As she continued, she reached a deeper explanation behind her fury. It was what she was seeing in her dreams, and what had driven her to this point. Her details matched the visions, and Samael’s theory: Dragons did not attack her village. “Are you aware of how hot a dragon’s fire is?” He asked before he looked towards one of the man-sized boulders a few yards opposite both of them and the fire. Taking a deep breath, Samael erupted from his mouth a massive flame that consumed the boulder. Within moments, a melted, red-hot puddle of molten lava sat where the boulder used to be. “If we were to burn something, anything, then our fires would turn it to ash before it could even burn. If you were not what you are, then you would have fell mercy to the heat of those flames. I think you know what I am trying to tell you, if only you would open your mind to possibility.”
She mentioned more villages, which brought to mind why these dragons sought to use other species. In truth, Samael did not care about the other species. In further truth, when his kingdom was restored, he would have sought peace with those that would wish it with his kind...except demons. Wretched filth, who have dishonored dragons. Samael would love nothing more than to storm the gates of their world, conquering and slaughtering all of the abominations that stood in his way, but before he would, his kingdom needed restoration, and a kingdom needs a true king. “I will not kill you this day, girl,” Samael chuckled, “But know that if it were not for the dragon that is imbued to both your soul and blood, then you would not be able to exact your misguided revenge. You are one of us, and if it is my kind’s destiny to fall at your hand, then know that all they need to rise again is for you to accept yourself and what you and all of us are.”
Samael’s wings expanded and with a leap, he flew into the skies above and left. There was no more honor in remaining. The girl would live, and she would have much to ponder on until he saw her again. She would either try to fight him again, or she would finally understand the truth. Either way, Samael felt as if she had left an impression on him. Whether an impression, or an idea on how far his people had fallen, he would certainly need to speak to these dragons that ruled like gods over others.
Comparing Samael and his kind to the ones responsible or her village’s destruction was insulting to say the least, but at the same time, Samael saw the pain in her movements, the rage that consumed her was one of wrath and revenge, and full of intense pain. She was in more pain than Samael, himself could ever inflict upon her and this much, he knew. “Because at the end of the day, all a dragon, or anyone for that matter, has is their honor,” Samael replied, “in my day, long before dragons came to this world, it was honor that allowed me to unite the clans into a single kingdom. Unlike my own tyrant father, who sought to only raise me as Faal Kaal, in order to secure his protection from assassins, I seek to exalt dragon kind back to glory. In order to do that, they must learn what honor really is.” Samael anticipated the doubt that she would have at his words. Yet, to tell them now would allow these words to be planted in her mind and grow. She would eventually doubt all that she had known about dragons, and turn herself in for her crimes. Otherwise, Samael would do all that was in his power to put her down.
As Lidija began to finally explain, Samael listened. To see her and know what she was intrigued him. In Samael’s day, there were no such things as other sentient species like his kind on his homeworld, only the other, violent beasts that evolved with the dragons. While dragons may have been the apex predator of their homeworld, there were plenty of beasts that had the capabilities of injuring dragons, or even killing them. It appeared that these mortals allowed to certain powers to be inherited into their offspring, but at random. “...they worshipped us?” Samael asked as if it was odd. These creatures could produce powerful warriors like Lidija with his kind, and yet they worshipped dragons? Samael could not grasp the idea until he saw a mortal, but he was unsure whether to find it intriguing, or pathetically weak. Although, he would not say that to Lidija...yet
As she continued, she reached a deeper explanation behind her fury. It was what she was seeing in her dreams, and what had driven her to this point. Her details matched the visions, and Samael’s theory: Dragons did not attack her village. “Are you aware of how hot a dragon’s fire is?” He asked before he looked towards one of the man-sized boulders a few yards opposite both of them and the fire. Taking a deep breath, Samael erupted from his mouth a massive flame that consumed the boulder. Within moments, a melted, red-hot puddle of molten lava sat where the boulder used to be. “If we were to burn something, anything, then our fires would turn it to ash before it could even burn. If you were not what you are, then you would have fell mercy to the heat of those flames. I think you know what I am trying to tell you, if only you would open your mind to possibility.”
She mentioned more villages, which brought to mind why these dragons sought to use other species. In truth, Samael did not care about the other species. In further truth, when his kingdom was restored, he would have sought peace with those that would wish it with his kind...except demons. Wretched filth, who have dishonored dragons. Samael would love nothing more than to storm the gates of their world, conquering and slaughtering all of the abominations that stood in his way, but before he would, his kingdom needed restoration, and a kingdom needs a true king. “I will not kill you this day, girl,” Samael chuckled, “But know that if it were not for the dragon that is imbued to both your soul and blood, then you would not be able to exact your misguided revenge. You are one of us, and if it is my kind’s destiny to fall at your hand, then know that all they need to rise again is for you to accept yourself and what you and all of us are.”
Samael’s wings expanded and with a leap, he flew into the skies above and left. There was no more honor in remaining. The girl would live, and she would have much to ponder on until he saw her again. She would either try to fight him again, or she would finally understand the truth. Either way, Samael felt as if she had left an impression on him. Whether an impression, or an idea on how far his people had fallen, he would certainly need to speak to these dragons that ruled like gods over others.