Aysen, frustrated beyond belief, pushed the gravestone out of the way and descended into the dank lair that Samael called home.

Too angry to spot his conniving brother waiting by the stairs, he continued his way until a pale hand grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Going to get Sora! Where else?” Aysen asked, trying to slide out of the vice like grip.
“Lovely; just the reaction I anticipated,” Samael chuckled.
“You’re sick,” Aysen spat.

Samael’s dark gaze hardened, eyes sparking like fire-crazed flints.
“Just because you have feelings for this…girl, don’t think you’ve become human, runt,” he hissed.

Oh, the words stung; and they stung deeply.