Samael: A Narrative Fiction

The man, had he not died from the demon, was surely dead now. Blood pooled around the man's body, his corpse sprawled in an unnatural position.... unmoving...

This is evidence of the idea that the monster cannot be Adam because Victor is not God. God creates a paradise for his man to dwell in, “Earth, so fresh and gay,/Ye hills and dales, ye rivers,

“Tonight on KIMT live at 5 woman found dead in her house next to her husband and kids with no evidence besides a small note with illegible handwriting, investigators are working on the case now” and then I turned and looked at my best friend Myah, and we both had a strange look on our faces.

He tried to get up, but only to remember his current situation. He couldn’t move, which meant he couldn’t run away. He couldn’t speak, which meant that he couldn’t call for help. So Alex did what he didn’t want to do and looked straight at the two glowing dots. An eternity seemed to pass, but nothing came out of the ordinary. The tension build up inside him started to ease. Since nothing terrible seems to be happening, then there was nothing to be scared about. Confident that nothing bad was going to happen, Alex looks away for a second, only a second, and then that seemed to be the biggest mistake of his life. The two glowing dots were no longer just glowing dots, but came with a monster that looked like a demon, and the demon was only five feet away from him. Alex’s heart started to rapidly beat faster, growing with an intense panic. How did it get so close?! I only looked away for a second!, thought Alex. Up close, the demon looked as murderous as can be. With horns that seemed five inches thick, a foot long, as sharp as knives. A smile that shows how glad it is to see that it’s prey is completely unable to do anything that would cause it go away. With skin that has the reddest red Alex has ever

However, the creature falls more into the role of Victor’s Adam than his Lucifer. The monster himself recalls his creation as “like Adam … united by no link to any other being in existence” (Shelley 90). His fall from grace came from his universal rejection. The monster did not receive an option to take a forbidden fruit; his very creation was his own fall. He asks Victor, “Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God in pity made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of your’s, more horrid from its very resemblance” (Shelley 91). The creature recognizes his role as Victor’s Adam.

He wrapped his arms around me and cuddled me closer to him. One of his hands reached up and began playing with my hair.

"Sin is having a questionare for you little suka. He wants you in the living room now."

He felt the 'Jews' drop like flies next to him gasping for their final breath of air.

“What is this!?” I ask in confusion. “There is no time Rin, hurry and…”my father wasn’t able to finish because he was slammed by the evil creature and the demon had him by his throat. “Shiro!!! I called my father”s name. “Rin I just want you to know… I have always loved you.” AHHHHHHHHHHH” I scream as pull of the red cloth to reveal a purple sheathed katana, in a instant, I pull the katana out of its sheath, and what happned next would forever change my life. Blue flames covered most of the church and myself, but the flames didn’t burn me nor the church. I ran towards the demon while it was distracted because of the flames and slashed its heart, killing it. After I was done, I turned towards my dad angry and betrayed, “Y-Y-You knew I was a demon, and you told me all these years I was human! You did this to me! I HATE YOU” I yell. My father stood there shocked and in a complete instant, a demon starts to come out the body of my father, but it was no ordinary demon, it was Satan. “Bwa ha ha ha!” Satan roared. “Thanks son, I couldn’t have gotten out of this prison without the help of you” Satan

The whispers of the figures in the candle lit room quickly disappeared, as did everything else. When Samuel opened his eyes, he only saw the cloudy sky being disfigured by neon blues running around him frantically. He felt a burning inside, and his skin felt as dry as a desert. The wind passed through him as if he were a ghost, and the clouds began to look like other worldly beings that wished to take him as a trophy. He felt the wind, his dry skin, and the flaming feel of his body that made him want to scream-- he couldn't. He thought he might die, he thought his small body would burn up before he ever landed-- but he couldn't get his mouth opened one bit. Samuel continued to fall, he felt the ground coming closer and closer to his frozen body. He closed his eyes, wanting to wake up from the terrible dream he thought he was experiencing. When his eyes opened, he saw a clear yellow sky; large, violet trees surrounding him; and the tall, pink grass he layed in. "Ow..." he managed to mutter, unable to move as if his body had turned to stone. He attempted to turn over but found himself to be

Amaimon cringing made him growl even more, not liking such reactions. Lilith was not to be scared of him, but Amaimon always was. Any show of fear was a show of Amaimon's presence blocking Lilith and he hated that. Carefully, yet forcefully, he was pealing the layers of Amaimon back to reveal Lilith underneath. It wasn't easy. It took time and he was far from done, but lately Satan had begun to feel more confident in his results. Amaimon didn't fight as much, he was breaking and every break was a crack in that cocoon, one step closer to Lilith. One step closer to what father had promised him. Her. He'd given up the war just for that promise. He could live without his brother, but her. He needed her, so much so that getting her back was an obsession

Seconds later, he was standing beside her. He cupped his palm under her chin and turned her to look at him. When he saw her tears, he brought his thumbs up to her cheeks and wiped them away while he cradled her face in his hands. She stared at

The other figure, still shrouded in darkness, let out a shaky breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. She pulled her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around herself like shield. She willed herself not to cry. Not now. Too many tears had already been shed. She was afraid to move, afraid to break the sweet silence that finally enveloped her after her nightmare. She forced another unsteady breath, her eyes closing and her arms tightening around herself. She has only one thought – breathe in, breathe out – repeating over and over in her mind. If she didn’t remind herself, she just might

"R-really? I — oohh..." Kurapika moaned, his eyes fluttering shut, whatever he'd been about to say lost in a misty haze of pleasure as Leorio began thumbing his nipples, teasing them into hard little buds.

Amaimon's eyes fluttered open, light from the red wastes of Gehenna poring in through his large bay windows. He groaned softly, throwing his arm over his all too sensitive, newly healed eyes. He turned over in bed, pulling the covers up and over his head, curling into a tight ball. The earth king's stomach growled and he huffed angrily in response, as if his body could hear him.