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the human world always placed their fear on the wings of a fallen angel always prayed for protection from such an evil entity. unfortunately, they prayed against the wrong one. they were dancing with the flames of evil and they would never realize it.

true evil had never been known. a sense of darkness that loomed in the shadows, learning the tricks of the tradelearning what it would take to be God.Samael was seated to the left of God himself, given the task to take the souls of the damned and condemn those who have followed the path of sin.An accuser, seducer, and destroyer.There were no limits to what he could do, to what he could get away with. placed at the highest ranks within heaven, he was free to be evil, free to be deceptive. the holiest of creatures all turned a blind eye as he took the world and made it his — free to deceive and challenge the very archdemons that had once raised him until he was the sole ruler of all things corrupt.The Demon of Wrath. The Lord of Lies. The Master of Lust.Samael was able to challenge the man of light and all things good, as he snaked his way into the minds of the mortals and corrupted their very thoughts.a royal who led their followers to damnation for millenniums. Making promises in exchange for the lives of the weak.After all, darkness was just a different kind of light.The angel plagued the world. His thoughts preached by the demons he raised, taking the sacred beauty of virgins, estranging their hearts from the light that once existed, and transporting human souls into fits of madness and desires that left him with such adulterous needs. A race of humans bedeviled with the exigencies to sin all the while committing murderous deeds.Samael aimed to be the new God, to take the place of ultimate power as he ruled the fifth heaven, but held his title as the prince of demons.Sent to Earth with lists of souls to take, the corrupt that no longer deserved a chance at life, but oh, how ironic this life would be.The prince of corruption tasked with condemning those who had followed his path of sins with the tricks of his trade. Mortals who placed their faith in the ruler of everything evil, only to be thrown into the abyss of death, as their one and only God deemed them unworthy.Soon enough, he gave into the pleasures of humanity. he committed the biggest sin in his own book of sins, falling in love with a mortal who followed the path he laid out far too closely.There was no one left to condemn the prince of demons for his action, but he himself, as he recognized the new name that appeared on his list. Samael had no other choice but to take the soul of the man he loved, to reap what he had sowed, and bring an end to such a precious, yet corrupt mind.Samael is a fallen angel that doesn’t know what it’s like to truly fall. Forced to live in the realms of heaven and hell, able to move back and forth as he pleases. Though, he has no memory of the human world that he once fell in love with. A punishment from a higher being. Struggling to find his place in the world.

To this day, he remains a reminder of the constant deceit that runs rampant in the mortal world. A being governed by the rules of lawful evil, he cares about tradition, loyalty, and order without mercy or compassion — taking what he wants within his own limits regardless of who it hurts.By spreading the word of sin, and manipulating the faith of the masses with eloquent locutions that sculpted minds for sin, he continues building the foundation of his own temple to be worshiped and praised by feeble creatures who fall into the angel's many tricks.Cocky. Arrogant. Lustful.He doesn't give a damn about hurting those around him. Living in never-ending pleasure, bathing in the world's riches, and taking what he wants.A successful assassin of sorts, making deals with devils of all kinds, signing their souls up for an eternity of pain to do his bidding. Watching his followers from a distance, finding new ways to play with the minds that fall into his hands.As the ruler of hell, there is always someone new to entertain him.

age 21+ (mdni)
timezone pstwriting: don't push for replies. 3rd person. para. novella. one liner's will not be entertained. 21+. no minors. no limits/triggers in terms of angst plots, but these must be discussed and approved before a scene can begin. triggers not tagged.understand the difference between ic and ooc. admin will use // or [] to distinguish the difference. mixing ic and ooc will not be tolerated. samael's actions are not the writers. we will not entertain any inappropriate behavior. please keep everything ic.metagaming and godmodding will not be accepted and will be brought to attention.interactions: when interacting for the first time, do not assume you know the character. samael is rather callous at first; therefore needing time to grow comfortable, but he is rather social in other regards. samael is sv/ss. all plots are to remain platonic

let these pages remember lawliet as he is loved.let them know the golden eyes that make an ancient angel forget every darkness that comes before them. the pale hair that catches candlelight like moonlight caught upon silk. the little smile that so often warns of mischief. the purr that betrays him when words do not. let them know the hands that reach without fear for blackened wings, the arms that gather a fallen creature close, and the beautiful audacity with which he calls the king of hell his husband.there is something unbearably precious about lawliet. not fragile. not innocent. precious in the way rare things are precious. the sort one holds carefully not because they might break, but because the thought of a world without them becomes impossible to entertain. he is troublesome and stubborn. affectionate without restraint. terribly pleased whenever he draws color into the angel's face. he loves openly where samael has spent centuries learning to hide every tender thing, and somehow he makes softness feel less like surrender and more like coming home.paris belongs to them. beneath the catacombs and the lamps trembling upon the seine, lawliet walks beside him while an entire city attempts to be beautiful around them. samael hardly notices. his attention returns again and again to the little one at his side. to golden eyes beneath the parisian night. to the warmth of his hand. to the simple wonder that among all the souls scattered across creation, this one is walking beside him. paris may call itself the city of love. samael knows better. love is smaller. warmer. it has pale hair and a wicked little smile, and it keeps reaching for his hand.then there is the altar. lawliet stands before him and becomes his husband, though no vow could possibly make him more cherished than he already is. samael looks upon him with twelve black wings at his back and centuries behind his eyes, and there is nothing in heaven or hell he would rather behold. no crown could make lawliet more treasured. no title could surpass beloved. husband becomes something almost sacred upon the angel's tongue because it belongs to him.their marriage does not live only in grand things. it lives in kitchens and gardens. in shared wine and stolen bites. in photographs and crooked flower crowns. in blankets disturbed by two bodies seeking one another in sleep. it lives in teasing that makes an ancient creature flush and in a purr felt against his chest. it lives in lawliet reaching for him without thinking and samael still, after everything, looking down at that hand as though he has been entrusted with something holy.perhaps this is what makes lawliet so precious. he does not merely love the creature history knows. he knows the man hidden beneath every terrible name. he knows his pride and his jealousy. his fury and his grief. the wounds heaven leaves behind and the ones hell cannot touch. he sees what centuries have made of him and still draws closer. still kisses him. still calls him beloved. still curls against him as though there has never been anything frightening there at all.and samael adores him for it.he adores him beyond dignity. beyond reason. with the hopelessness of an immortal who understands exactly how long forever is and still finds it insufficient. every expression becomes something worth remembering. every laugh is kept. every photograph matters. every touch finds its place somewhere permanent. even the empty spaces waiting to be filled are beloved, because they promise more of him. more mornings. more cities. more flowers. more anniversaries. more foolish arguments and reconciliations. more years in which samael may turn his head and find those golden eyes looking back.so let these pages be gentle with lawliet.let them keep paris for him. let them keep the altar. let them keep every flower, every photograph, every kiss, every quiet morning and every whispered husband. let them record not merely that lawliet is loved, but the extraordinary manner in which he is loved. completely. greedily. tenderly. with all the terrible devotion an ancient heart possesses after finally discovering where it belongs.for there is a little creature with golden eyes whom an immortal loves beyond measure.his name is lawliet.he is samael's beloved. his husband. his little one. his luna.and he remains the most precious thing eternity has ever placed into the fallen angel's hands.

• Noona