In this world, it is Consume...or Be Starved and Consumed (Axetale Aliza x OC)

The Man Who Speaks in Hands

Samael continues through the hallway, as he looks around to see where he is at right now. Samael felt a little bit uneasy from what is going on, but he does not try and speak out about it, as he than looks down and is a little bit unsure of what he will find on his way down there. It has been a minute, after his fight with Sans, and needless to say, Samael, he is not feeling very well, especially since he is unsure if he is going to come back. He just hopes and prays that he does not return to try and bite a piece of his flesh off of him.

But he also has not forgotten what has happened with Aliza. His childhood friend, she...she had gotten herself involved in a fight against him when he is possessed by Chara, and she was not supposed to be there. He had almost killed her, he had almost killed Chara with his one bare hands. He may not have wanted this, he may have been under the control of Chara, but even so, it does not change the fact that Aliza had nearly been killed by him, someone that he cares about with all of his might. This is the reason why he wants her to stay away from him, and now, because of Chara, he had almost killed her. Samael had never felt more ashamed than he is now. He felt so awful, that he wishes that he can actually get consumed by the monsters within the Underground, if it is the only way to make things right, or at least, make things even for what he has nearly done to her.

Samael looks down, as his eyes, they are now far more gloomy and lifeless than ever before. They are now completely dull, non-reflective, as he feels like all of the life within him has died, now leaving within himself a cold, dead corpse that has taken the place of his soul, and yet...he is still conscious, he is still moving, so that he can try and discover the secrets as to how in the world that this sort of thing has happened, how the Hunger even came to be. And the only way to find this answer...is to go to the end of the road, and to the barrier. He does not know why, due to the fact that this is where the Hunger is coming from, full blast, but he knows that this is the only place where he can find what he seeks.

"Goddamnit. I...I can't believe it. I...nearly killed my childhood friend, the only one that had stocked by my side. The only one that did not make me feel as alone as I had felt like I should be. Now I really wished she would have just hate me."

Samael knows he had said that multiple times, about how he wishes that Aliza would just hate him, but he cannot help but say it. After all, it is what he would have wanted from her to do, even if it is just once. That way, she would have not have decided to chase after him, and more importantly, she would have been spared from having to nearly get killed by him. Samael, in the way he sees it, he truly deserves to be hated, because of the fact that he hates himself, more than he hates anything else in the life that he has.

As Samael continues to walk down, the Scarlet Moth flies next to him, and Samael turns to the Scarlet Moth, and for once, he is truly angry at the Scarlet Moth, at Chara, for what she had nearly done back then in the previous fight.

"You have a lot of nerve to show up to me, Chara, after what you had nearly done to Aliza. Are you trying to make me think I am still your buddy? Because if you think that it is going to be the case, than clearly, that is a very big mistake on your part."

Chara, however, seems angry, as she spoke out.

"Why is it that you care about that unneeded brat on your journey?! She is disposable, a mistake they should not have came into your journey, I was just doing the favor of getting rid of her."

Samael, however, did not like this response a single bit, as he held his hand out, and flames danced onto his hands, as he than narrowed his eyes.

"My childhood friend had been the one person...in my life...that made my entire time with her a bright one. You are disposing someone who I had a damn to, and you think that I am going to let you get away with it, thinking that I will appreciate it. No, there is nothing appreciative about what you had done. I'd destroy your moth form if I want to...but you are still needed in what I need to get in."