The Bridge

Roars of Fury, Bursts of Hellfire, that Demonic whisper that crept up the back of his neck every time he spilled blood, was he a beast? or was he a man? was he his father's Son? perhaps he could find out?

but how Mortal was he really, can a mortal ever claim to claim their enemy quite like the way he can, how he tortured and tormented them or lied and tricked them into his service, images of his giant horned form standing over her broken and battered body that Night still got to him, it haunted him, trapped him in the conflict of his own mind...

How Mortal am I really?

Sam awoke in cold sweats, sitting up quickly in the darkness of his room, before trying to calm his manically beating chest.... Sam looked to his side, Apollyon had left after they did it, she was a good servant, a great one at that.... but is that really what he wanted? he enjoyed her little moments of character, where she would embrace him in concern, Sam sighed wondering to himself "These people on my life... all of them, can I not be better for them, must I be this Tyrannical leader... like my father?" Sam frowned "No, fuck no, I am not him, I do as I please and I am not pleased by the fear of my subjects, no... not like him, even If i claimed to not want it, I would know in my heart that I want... That I need Love, I am Mortal too, after all...."

Sam fell back down on his pillow a smile on his face, it had been two days since the incident at the Chen Mansion, and he was ready to change, for himself and for those who would call him King in time.