The Suffering of Samael

Merciful Serpent

Twas I, Samael, angel of death, first mashhit, who came to Cleopatra, the last Ptolemy, and offered her mercy from humiliation by the Romans by granting her death. Whereas before in Eden, a serpent had tricked a woman into death with the forbidden fruit as I watched, I came as a serpent, hidden at first in her figs, but emerging with honesty, stating with great clarity that I intended to kill her. Not out of malice, but out of respect.

At best, any witness to her demise could claim she took her own life, but not exactly how. The pin pricks on her being of a hair pin or the wounds of an asp's fangs, both would be true as well as false, as the real manner of her death God granted was one not understandable to humans. One fact remains clear. Twas toxins that took her. One granted by the favor of the Lord to bring a calm, painless, death. The state of the matter of this toxin, however, beeth not knowable either. It was a substance, non-physical, given to her that was deathly incompatible with her human body. 

 I was to be the guardian of Rome, but not until the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth came. To bring the pagan Rome closer to the Lord was my honor. And giving mercy to Cleopatra, the hedonistic pagan she may have been, was better than allowing a triumph to the dark, ignorant, Rome where plenty more like her would stroke their egos at her suffering, causing damage more.

Azrael, God bless her, does not seem to agree with what I did. She does not feel it was my right to bring death so upfront and honestly. An angel of death she may be, but I've been so for far longer. First trusted to be. First to take a life, in fact. There must be a reason why that is.