Samael pov

"I thought you were...."
"Dead?" Porfiry asks. He smiles and shakes his fiery red hair.
He walks around me like a predator around its prey. I smile, I am not prey and I will never be.
"What makes you think you'll be able to defeat me?"
"The boy who I once was would fear who i've become Adrik. And you, you've become soft. Sad and human. Now fight me...."
I shake my head, "Over my dead body." I say as I walk away.
"As you wish...." He says, pointing his gun at me.
"Ah that's what has changed...." I say with a smirk. "You no longer need a skill to kill."
"Why the contempt, Brother?" He says, his voice as smooth as the silk of nightgowns falling of off skin in the most sinful of nights.
"It is your own funeral." I say with a smile before swiftly bending the revolvers iron.

"I knew you would want to go out with flair." He says as he snips his fingers. The world around us comes to a grinding halt. And he unsheaths a swords, I frown, why does he have an angel sword. I look at him, my eyes perplexed, my heart racing. Regret is filling my soul like the styx slowly engulfs the underworld.
"Who did you...." I ask
"Nathaniel, you might know him. It seems he used to be rather fond of you. So he wasn't particularly amused when your likeness killed him." He says with a smile while he changes his appearance into mine. I look at him in utter disgust. "Do Let's settle this. Does the devil deserve the funeral." He says
"You've just made it easier to kill you." I say. "I hate myself enough to commit manslaughter." 

My own sword appears in my hand and I charge towards him. He elegantly dodges it and laughs at me, mocking me, replicating the noise I;ve always heard my father creating in the back of my mind. I bite my lip, this time mercy isn't an option. I need to kill him, even though I love him. Or at least I care for him once. I did, and I let him down. I know that, but I won't feel guilty over letting a human grow out of his delusions, he will never be a full angel. Your clock is ticking, angel. I step forward, the flaming sword, grazes his chest, almost setting his clothes on fire.
"Oh come on, is that the best you can do?" He asks.
I smile and start to take the offense, I drive him further fack and further before doing a back kick to his foot. His trousers rip, revealing his mechinical leg. I put the edge of my sword to his neck.
"Is that the best you can do?" I ask with a smirk when I suddenly see the tears in his eyes as it slowly morphs into Gavrels face.
"Please" he begs with the melodic voice.
Do you still regret it? A voice in my mind asks. I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my stomach and fall forward. Trying to remain consious but I am hardly able to even hold the grip of my sword. I grab the revolver from my jacket but I cannot lift it.
Porfiry lifts my head.
"Kill me already." I say, bleeding out my black blood on the street.
"Nah" He says as he shrugs and walks away.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" I scream, spitting out blood as time starts again while he shifts into his real appearance again. He flies away

"What do you want?" I wail while tasting my own blood.
I push myself up but the weight of the whole sky is resting on my shoulders, urging me to stay down.

Neo

I am listening to david bowie's "can you hear me" while stirring the pot containing my pasta when my bell rings.
"Come on lyle." I say as I walk to the front door. I open it and see Samael I want to close the door but he puts his feet between the door.
"Please...." He says, coughing up a black substance. "I just need a phone."
I open the door.
"Are you going to make this a habit Samael? Because if so I am moving." I say while I let him in. Looking at him closely, deducing whether he looks like Adrik. He does, it's him, or it is his son, or grandson. It's him, or it is family. But one thing is certain, he is somehow connected to these experiments.
He grabs the phone but he suddenly falls on the floor, staining the white tiles black.
"What happened?" I ask looking at the substance that resembles motoroil or something I've never see before, or maybe ink.
"I'm bleeding you daft prick." I says while taking his shirt off. His scar riddled body indeed has a wound where the black substance comes from, but why is his blood black?
I shake my head and decide not to care for this once in my life. I need to be focused right now and at this moment I am too curious to heal. Which is not good.

"Gavrel, I am...." He looks at me. "What's your adress."
"You know how to find me but not my adress??" I ask, completely baffled.
"Sorry, the devils not good at details." He says with a smile. I sigh and tell him.
The doorbell rings. I frown and walk towards the door. 

I open the door and there is the blonde young man from the graveyard. The same almond eyes, the same white hair and the same attitude. He smiles but it quickly fades when I point my revolver at him.
"What kind of stalker are you!" I say.
"THats a very peculiar way of greeting guests..... must be the latest american trend." He says nonchalantly. "I am here for Samael."
"But samael just called..." He nods and enters my house (completely without my permission I might add.) 

"Come on samael." He says as he helps him up. But before Samael stands up he asks the boy to show his legs which is a very strange thing to ask.
"Adrik." I say.
Samael react and his eyes are full of fear for a moment. I smile.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." I say with a smile.
"Come on let's go." The blonde one says.

Samael

"Ouch stop it!" I say as Gavrel applies pressure to the wound. He doesn't respond, he is as quiet as a sky full of stars. He is as silent as orpheus after he lost his love the second time.
"Do you collect scars or something." He sneers.
"You are hurting me." I cry as he puts on the bandages.
"It is your own fault." He says. "Why did you fight him.  You know he loves confrontation."
"Have you missed the part where I only couldn't kill him because he had your face."
He hits my head.
"You should've killed him! The last time we really fought you had no problem potentially killing me." I do not know what to say to that. It is not true. But I do not think he will believe me. My brother has always felt like I betrayed him, but I felt that about him. There is this silent sadness that no one dares to talk about. Because we both know it is more explosive than a freshly woken vulcanoe.
"You are so reckless Samael, when will you finally learn? The whole fact that you're on earth is reckless." He says while he sits down on the bed, his back to my face.
"You are being such a pushover."
"You are being childish, and stupid. Not to mention you were arrogant. he killed our brother, what made you think you were better you fool."
"You always get mad."
"Because I care Samael! Because I fucking care. A human can't hurt you but porfiry is technically not a human anymore. You could've been dead. I am not being selfish or arrogant. I am worried. And it disappoints me that you don't have the faith in me that you would know that." He says while leaving the room.
"I'm sorry for being such a problem." I say while letting my tears drown themselves.