Samael, a sin

CHAPTER FIVE

It was a cold morning in South Carolina. With winter at its start, the woods in the surrounding were starting to hit the cold wave of the season.

It was not snowing yet but the chill air could freeze you to the spine. But then there was Samael Jensen, shirtless, and standing on the balcony of his room.

The only garment he had on was black jeans, which were hanging low at his waist.

His pale skin was shining under the first rays of the sun. He puts his hands on the chill cold bars of the balcony and just gazes into nothingness.

His mind was completely blank. His shadeless pitch-black orbs were absorbing the sweet warm yet nightmarish vibes that radiated from those woods.

He grabbed one of his shades, which were neatly aligned on the study table, and put them in the back pocket of his jeans. He then grabbed that white shirt hanging on the chair of the same table and threw that over his shoulders. He looked down from his patio, he did not give a single thought and jumped right down from the fifth floor of the pack house. He then sprinted towards the huge trees.

He insisted on staying in the packhouse and not with his brother. He did not want to risk any kind of attachment with his brother or his kids. He already knew it would be very hard to go back to Canada once he walked this far and he wanted to keep it as minimal as possible.

Brianna, Blake, and Samael's sister had a very bad breakdown when Samael said he would walk out of their house in Latin America and move to Canada after he was done with his so-called study at the Werewolf Academy.

He couldn't do that again.

He achieved a good pace and maintained it with the twists and turns, jumps, and dodge of the forest. It felt good to be back in here but his soul barked at him not to go any further.

What if he finds something that he shouldn't? What if it tries to touch him?

What if-

Before he could complete his sentence his feet stopped to witness something very beautiful. A herd of deer was enjoying the sunrise just like him. They bathed under the first rays of the sun, as the mother doe licked her children clean.

It was very peaceful to watch such a thing. It felt very pure.

A mother's love.

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"Sammy!!! Sammy baby please open your eyes" a woman begged the young warlock to wake up. She had her baby's head in her lap while she struggled to breathe.

The fire in the place was getting stronger with every second. The young warlock just lay there lifeless while he heard everything happening on the other side of his closed orbs.

"SAMAEL!!!" he could hear his brother crying out for him. The sound was getting lighter as if someone was dragging him away.

"Baby! Sammy, I know you can hear me. It's me, Sammy. Your mother"

Mother?

He had one? Oh right, he did.

Why was he lying on the floor again? He remembered waking up and trying to get out with his twin.

Oh right, his father...

Samael tried opening his eyes, but they fell right away. He felt warmth on his body, was it the fire?

Is he going to end like this?

Were his powers of no use? Of course, this was something created by a greater witch who just got her power back.