Snake Taming

"You've seen it."

"Yes." Hvar followed Samael and stopped at the entrance of the hall. "A wonderful confession of a madman. Unfortunately, the author committed suicide before it was finished."

Samael shook his head. "No, actually, he finished it." He gave a childlike mischievous smile. "And then, burned it—right in front of me."

He asked Hvar: "Did I miss the Christmas dinner?"

The door was slowly opened.

Hvar had to admit that the man could stand out like a gem.

This gem was once hidden in the shadows, and once discovered it was impossible to look away.It's not one that's been carefully set into a ring, necklace, or even a crown, it's individual and unique.Its most important and most fascinating aspect is that it is dangerous and deadly.

Like those treasures in rumor and legend, each additional death that accompanies their appearance adds luster to them, making them more alluring.They terrify, yet again and again inspire a fervent desire.

Samael is such a gem, he thought.

Samael was lowering his eyes at this time, reaching out to brush the curly vines hanging from the archway, and sat down beside him between the dancing of the guests.His slightly curly dark green long hair hangs neatly behind his head, covering the ancient style of clothing. The robe on his body has become very elegant after the baptism of time, and it is unique among the popular styles that can be seen flavor.Now, it was quietly untied by Samael, and it was about to be sent to the room where it stayed after passing through the hands of the waiter.

When Samael sat down, he looked up at Hvar with a slight smile.

"Look," he said, "Arlon's eyes offend you."

"They're all a bunch of shit." Hvar gave up his usual noble image, and cursed directly and vulgarly, "People in this family are either crazy or ****. I almost vomited out the dinner food of the last century. Just Because of Jena - a petty territorial dispute that sparked war in their jurisdiction. Cousin of that shameless villain, you can never imagine how disgusting he is! In that Where, the corpses of women thrown from his castle are seen almost like weeds everywhere! Those wretched people are abandoned in the deep valleys of the west, not even carrion vultures will bite... Their women are treated as legitimate commodities Trafficking everywhere, can you imagine? This is not the worst! The kind of servility that was raped by disgusting means is simply like the despicableness in their inherent bones, and they can no longer be corrected after exhausting methods... Even if you blind them, insult them, and trample them, they still think it's a kind of love..."

"Their souls will rise from their rotting bodies, through the scarred land, beyond the tears and indifference of others, and go to the highest. Returning to the source will give them true peace."

Samael nodded as if agreeing, and replied with comforting words, but still relaxed on the back of the chair, toasting the Arlon patriarch who was abused by Hvar from afar.

The other toasted equally friendly, but glanced at Hvar at his side and frowned in disgust at his foe.

"Snobs... really make me sick!" Hvar raised his chin, frowning like a bunch of paper.

"Then why are you watching him?" came a question from behind them.The unique sound quality of the visitor is still clearly discernible in the music and the sound of conversation and footsteps.

The tall and straight blond man stood behind the sofa, bent slightly, put his hands around Samael's neck in a murderous posture, and put his head close to him, with a hint of menace.

This sentence is not a question, nor does it contain any sarcasm, but it somehow makes Hvar feel unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

It made him even more unhappy than Arlon.

Samael raised his eyebrows, showing some surprise: "I didn't expect you to be here, Mars."

"I will not drown in the bottom of the sea, nor will I be buried in the sea of ​​fire. The place where you are will be my holy land. I have walked through thorns and deserts, and followed your footsteps. I am not lost, because all things sprout on the road you walk grow."

Mars' flaming pupils were hot, as was his breath in Samael's ear.