Samael, a sin

CHAPTER SIX

Before you guys jump into this chapter, I have something to clear.

We are all aware that the young warlock's touch turns things to ashes. That is if he is willing or not, touches anything with his fingers, they unalive.

However, when it comes to humans, werewolves, or any being, his mere touch of body can hurt them. The closer it is, the more deadly.

Now enjoy the chapter!

*****TRIGGER WARNING, A FEW SCENES OF DEATH AHEAD******

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"Sammy!!!! I brought breakfast" The door throws open, and there stands the mighty Blake followed by a helpless husband.

"I hate the day already" Easton mumbles to himself, which his lovely husband ignores.

"Sam!" the younger alpha searches the big room but doesn't get any trace of his twin. "Where did he go so early in the morning?" he sets the plates of hot pancakes on the centre table.

The room was very big for a single person to live in. The bed was huge and in the centre with two side tables. There were big windows right opposite the bed and the other on the right. The white curtains on them compliment the colour of the room while they dance to the tunes of the cold breeze. Blake stood in front of the window that faced the woods and sighed.

"Do you think he has gone there?" he questions his husband as he follows him to the window.

"He looked very disturbed last morning on our way home," Easton says as he joins his mate in the "staring into the woods" competition.

*sigh*

The younger alpha leans on the shoulder of his mate gazing at the forest.

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The fog was now getting cleared a little by little. The birds' chirping was now stopped as they were wide awake and enjoying this live-action drama from the comfort of their nests.

The breeze around the pair was still cold but steady. The warlock's back was stretched against the tree as his body lazily slid on the ground. One of his legs was thrown straight and the other was folded to his chest.

Talking about his chest, he was now wearing that thin shirt he fetched on his way. But, the buttons were longing to be tucked in their holes. The dried leaves from the tree above lay on his chest.

[A/N: Dirty-minded people *judging*]

There was another thing that was lying on Samael's bare chest. Elias.

The boy looked so comfortable and carefree as he snuggled into the chest of the elder. How long has it been since he had such a good sleep? Well longer than he could remember. These dense forests that gave him a sense of security, also gave him a pile of flowers to lay on.

The only difference was that the bed of those beautiful flowers did come with very small yet sharp thorns. Just like him.

On the other hand, we have the warlock, the man that wakes up the alarm clock. Well, a cool combination of people.

The younger boy scrunched like a baby while his body started sweating heavily. His lips began to move very fast as his hot body became cool as ice.

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"Do you like cars?"

The young boy nodded with a cute smile. His eyes were full of life. His cheerful smile reminded me of the first ray of sunshine over the glaze of thick snow. It was so warm and comforting.