The End

"I refuse to accept this. Your little invention has glitched somehow." The taller man huffed.

"Sam, he is not an invention! He is your brother!" The other allayed.

"A machineeeee." Came the retort, just as the younger man slipped. He went tumbling down, snow sticking to his clothes. The cold seeped through the uncountable layers, sending shivers running through his spine. Ugh! How he wished he could speed time, it would have been much more comfortable to do this after the whole place had become a raging inferno. But alas, it had to be done now.

"My child-"

"I am not your anything!"

"Sam," he amended," Do not speak such of your brother-"

"He is not my brother."

"-and you conversed with him. You agreed with his assessment." The man continued.

Sam was incapable of doing his brother's job and hence incapable of ascertaining if an assessment was correct, but his father knew that he would never admit to it.

Sam lay sprawled on the freezing snow, his face shriveled by the cold, reddened eyes and hair haywire. His father offered him a hand to help him off the ground. Sam smacked the hand away before getting to his feet and brushing the quickly melting ice off his person.

"That was before I knew that the blithering idiot had ensconced themselves here!" He grumbled.

The two stood, surrounded by fog and snow. A few rays of sunlight filtered through to reach the undisturbed ground. Not a single tree could be seen, nor a sign of human life. All that existed was white.

The Winterland stretched for miles, not that the two could see much around before it abruptly tapered into the sea. The sea level rose steadily, higher than it was the day before, inching closer and closer until it could pull Antarctica down, the last continent to exist.

"Sam, cool your anger, we shall find the child and resolve this soon enough." His father tried again.

"I shall roast their soul in the fiercest fires of hell!" Sam yelled, shaking his fist threateningly, veins bulging across his temples, teeth grinding against each other.

His father sighed, giving up rather quickly against what he deemed to be a lost cause. While known to be forever merciful in lore, the forever part of it was quite debatable nowadays. The recent entries into his haven had made it quite unstable. They were not of the same caliber as the ones before.

How vile those entering his son's realm must be.

Maybe Samael spoke the truth... Dokiel's aim may be a little off...

Had he shared his thoughts with his son, he may have been informed that humanity, his greatest creation, had slid from their moral mantle ages ago.

A few more miles to the east, bait stuck on the hook was cast into the water. A hood covered the head, while a scarf covered the rest of the face brown eyes peering through. Glove clad hands shuffled, until the tiny portion of skin, exposed through a rip, was protected from the cold again. In a basket beside, lay chips of bait while another bucket, meant for fish, lay empty. Crouched with a thermos of tea, she shuffled a little more. It would be a while before she caught some fish and that was the only option for today... other than eating plain bread.

When the sound of snow crunching under boots was heard, her eyes widened before her head whipped around. There standing over the mound were men, taller than her. One wrapped heavily while the other just bore a coat. The coat looked brand new, and she wondered where he got it from.