Samael Demonio Novels & Stories

mutters another familiar voice, causing my rising panic to diminish as I pull my lips away from Miles and turn to face the direction of the rooms down the hall. Aphelion and Samael are both standing there. Samael's arms are crossed, and a small smile appears on his face when my eyes catch his. "Have I ever told you how much demons turn me on?" Samael teases, although I'm not sure if he's joking or not. He did grow up around demons, after all. "There's a reason I'm bonded to the prince of darkness and the Princess of Hell. Your crazy, the chaos and havoc inside you also lives in me."

“I don’t know. The only connection I’m allowed with her through video communication. I haven’t seen my mate in person since the day we were taken. However, over the years, I’ve sensed that even though they have moved her, she’s close.” Tears prickle my eyes. “How long have you been here?” The demon shrugs. “I don’t know. What year is it?” “It’s…” Rowan answers. The man physically flinches as tears gather in his eyes. “My god! It has been decades since I last held my beloved.” “What’s your name?” I ask. The demon gives me a weak smile. “It’s been so long since I’ve said it that sometimes I forget that my name is not, Demon. My name is Samael, and my mate’s name is Galena.”

So, they must be waiting there to prevent anyone from getting in the way of Samael while he opened the Gates. Then I saw him; Samael, the leader of the demons… He was in his demonic form this time without bothering to glamour his appearance. I focused on him and hastened my pace as he started muttering something. I knew that he was uttering the spells to open the Gate. If I didn’t stop him in a few minutes, the Gate to Tartarus would open, releasing Cronus and other nightmarish beasts.

It was 'off' in a way that could best be described as Salvador Dali's canvases left to drip. “Welcome to the Judgment Department,” Samael said coolly. “I haven't been here in a century.” A café au lait skinned demon brushed back his braids. Ram's horns crowned his head, and his hands were stained with ink. “Samael?” he asked cautiously. “Well, if it isn't the Flood. My good fellow.” The bespectacled man rose, tall and willowy. He nodded his horned head low, looking like some African god of the hunt.

Ian watch him take another bottle and waited for him to finish it before talking to him about the company although Samael doesn’t live in the world he does his job as the president of the corporation, being a thousand years demon his intelligence is much better than an average human and like a robot he easily and adapt and learn things faster than a human would so this make him a genius in the human world. “Am going to stay in your world for one more day, make preparation” Samael said out of nowhere “what?” Ian asked in a loud voice wanting to be sure if he heard him well enough