I'm so sorry that you worried for someone as worthless as me..

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He inspected her wound closely, it wasn’t like her to hurt herself like that after all she was more than an incredible cook. It’s not until she sees her expression that he realizes just how bad the situation was.

The motive, he finally understood it. The incentive for murder wasn’t just so that people could get back what they lost, but also to give it back to those they had form a bond with. Damn those sly snakes he really misjudged them.

He stands still in disbelief, hand holding hers now with extreme caution almost too afraid the lone lack of feeling might be worse to her than the blood oozing from her cut.

“Hey, look at your Lord. Everything will be alright. Let’s treat this wound of yours first okay? We’ll figure something out. Don’t worry, I’m here”

There was no way to know what she could be going through. Losing the ability to smell the aroma from her loved one was hard but to not be able to feel them…

Maybe there will be someone dumb enough and do the killing for them, maybe he could help speed that up.

      His concern was for good reason, as her eyes have long since left and ignored the cut, instead staring slightly off to the side as she takes in the weight of what she’s lost and what she’s expected to do, should she want to regain it. The weight might not have been on her shoulders strictly, as anyone could commit a murder and everyone’s senses would be returned, but what if no one did? 

      She’d released the knife that she’d used on both the chestnut and herself, by now, leaving it to sit on the countertop beside her -- but could she be so sure that she’d be able to properly hold it, again? Without the ability to feel how much pressure she was putting on something, or perhaps how tightly she was or wasn’t holding something unless she truly focused, could she really trust herself to properly hold a weapon during the panic that would surely ensue during a murder?

      ‘ Hey, look at your Lord. ‘ The order is heard clearly through the fog that was building in her mind -- and she obeys, focusing on him, alone. 

“..Of...of course, Lord Samael..” he was here..right, that was true.. Even if she couldn’t feel him, anymore..he was still right here.. “I suppose..we should find something to create some bandaging cloth with, then..”

      Normally, she’d keep some stocked in her home -- old clothing that had been already torn, or sheets that had been eaten by the last season’s moths.. Here, though, she didn’t..really have that. There were plenty of things that could be used, though -- even if it felt a little disrespectful to destroy anything that had been so graciously given to her by her Majesty..

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To think that lonely girl would be housed in such a luxurious place, Samael almost feels envy that it wasn’t him who spoiled her with such a gift. At least he is happy she gets to enjoy such a life in this rotten hell. Wish entering wasn’t such a pain in the ass.

After all the careful patting and security check up, which by the way he doubts its efficiency, he makes his way to her room. He enters through the front entrance under the raised foyer.

A castle befitting of a queen, compared to his room in Ira this place had it all. But it truly only needed one thing for him to want it, Rosaline.

Usually it wouldn’t be an issue to find her, despite how weird it sounds her smell was a dead giveaway for Samael to find her. But with that out of the equation he needed to find her the old fashion way.

Luckily his first guess turns to be right as he goes through the dinning hall to find her in the kitchen staring at her…bleeding hand. Without a second thought he rushes towards her and takes her hand as he inspects the wound

“R-Rosaline? Are you alright?? What happened to your finger?“

      All in all, while the discovery had disturbed her, it wasn’t something she felt was truly terrible. She’d certainly have to be more careful, from now on, and she might find herself with more cuts and bruises than normal if she bumping into something too hard, but surely it would be alright, wouldn’t it? Deciding this to be truth, she takes in the sight of her two knew wounds for a moment longer before snapping her gaze up at the sound of footsteps, a smile breaking onto her features for just a moment at the sight of her Lord, before faltering as he takes her hand and worries over her, once more.

      It’s in that same moment, however, that the realization dawns on her, and she realizes just what she’s truly lost.

      She stares at the hand that holds hers, brow creasing as the realization registers. It wasn’t that she couldn’t feel pain, anymore -- that much was simple, and she could have lived without it. However, the truth was much heavier. She couldn’t feel anything, anymore.She almost doesn’t hear the question he poses to her -- what had happened? Was she alright..?

"I--cut my..my finger, and..my hand, I--I-I can't---L-Lord Samael, I can't..feel anything.."

      Pain, she didn’t care about -- whether she experienced it or not, it made no difference, in the end. To lose the ability to feel the touch of her one and only Lord, however..that was an experience she never wished to have.

      The only way to fix it, however..was to kill someone, and not be discovered for it, or..take on the offer that had been given in the announcement.

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Samael was starting to wonder when those snakes would make their move. This must’ve been their plan all along. Add betrayal, distrust and paranoia to the mix of this hell. Must say the motive is a bit lacking but guess beggars can’t be choosers. Someone might be stupid enough to actually murder to recover a lame sense, or maybe because they’re just some pathetic lap dog looking for approval from demons who don’t give two flying fucks about them. Truly, the scenario is worthy of a place that is called Hell.

Shame he is on the torturing side and not of the torturers. Perhaps on another life…

Regardless, without a sense of smell must of the colors of this world are starting to become dull and soon enough taste will follow. It is too early for him to enjoy killing this humans, they’ll get a chance to prove they aren’t trash like those he has met. Instead, he’ll go to Rosaline, to check how she is fairing in all of this and make sure no fucker gets a stupid idea.

      She’d been elated, at first, to see an announcement from her dreaded captors the Haze’s gracious royalty. It was an honor she would never truly deserve to be brought into a world so full of demons and non-humans..despite how many lost souls like her had been brought here, all seemingly from different lives and lands.. Though it may have been for her sin, to allow her to live in such a lovely place as You foo coo so (that was how it was pronounced, right? A lovely place but such a strange name..) was a blessing far too great for a lowly human such as herself..

      However, what the announcement truly was -- informing everyone that they were being given what seemed to be a time limit (or perhaps a motive?) of sorts..that should one of them not kill another, they would lose pre-determined senses forever.. She pauses momentarily with a shaky hand holding a knife while the others holds an oven-roasted chestnut in place.. Her eyes don’t dare to move away from the static screen, even for a moment after the broadcast ends.. It isn’t until she hears the chop of the knife against the cutting board that she looks back down again at her--

      ...Ah..? She stares at the open cut on her index finger for a moment, thinking again one what was announced.. Barely hearing the door to her home open, her brow creases in thought as she raises her hand and slowly slices open her palm, giving a disturbed hum as she feels...nothing.

“Oh..dear.. Th-that..that isn’t good..”

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And like that all doubts are cleared from his head and he is bringing her in close for a tight hug. Tears are still streaming from the demons face yet he manages to clear any knots in his throat to speak in a croaky but prideful tone.

“Y-you absolute fool, h-how dare you go and die just like that? Look at what you did, make a demon cry and worry for you like this…”

The embrace tightens as he pulls her closer to his chest and buries his face on her hair. 

His breathing is uneven, he’s at the edge of bawling. To be able to find her, to see her again. This was more than this worthless demon deserved.

“…I’m so sorry…I f ailed you, I should’ve protected you from those monsters a-and yet…I didn’t get to apologize for my stupid mistakes. All the things I told you that day…forgive me, my Rose…”

      She wasn’t prepared for him to hold her -- to pull her close and tight, as though if he were to dare let go, she might slip away, and never be seen, again. It was reasonable, if he feared that -- though he hadn’t held her that time, it had already happened once. 

      She didn’t know how to respond. She’d expected him to become angry, to berate and shame her for her idiocy -- instead, he speaks, and though he tries to put up a prideful front, she can hear the cracks and the croaks in his voice, signaling how it was taking all of his power not to break down on her shoulder. Despite his actions, his words do land with her, the shame sinking in on its own -- perhaps he didn’t need to berate her, her own mind was doing it for him. Every time her heart began to beat a little harder, singing about how happy she was to be held so close to him, she reminded herself that it was a stupid and selfish feeling. After everything she’d said and done, for him to be showing her such kindness and mercy was something she would never truly have the right to receive -- she should never forget her place, again.

“I--I’m..sorry, Lord Samael.. I shouldn’t have--a-a lowly..human like me.. Upsetting you like this -- upsetting you at all is...” unforgivable.

      Her words catch in her throat once more when he apologizes. Why? There was nothing he could have to apologize for. Everything he’d told her, even if it had hurt -- it was the truth, wasn’t it? If she’d just kept herself in check long enough to think about it, he was only trying to keep her from making what was surely a stupid mistake. She was an ignorant fool, as she always had been -- she was only lucky to have received kindness with her first experiences of demonkind. It was stupid to think that everyone might treat her the same as they had. He knew that. She was just too blinded to understand such a fact at the time, wasn’t she? 

      Tears of her own well up and spill over, and though she can feel the desperation to return his embrace all the way in her fingertips, she internally scolds herself, again, resorting instead to dipping her head and clutching at her own clothing.

“You..you needn’t trouble yourself any more than you have, sir..th-there is no need to forgive you, for you have done nothing wrong.. I was a fool--I am at fault f-for my fate.. The words you spoke to me were..they were only of truth.. I’m sorry for the way I acted--for you to show mercy, and to still treat me with such kindness..I.. Truly, my Lord, I don’t deserve it..”

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      She could feel her soul clenching in on itself at the sight of his tears -- why? Why would someone as great and wonderful as Samael cry in the face of a worthless human, like her? For only a split second does her mind dream up the idea that those tears might be for her, but such a fantasy sickens her, and she dashes it away. Could she really be so selfish as to believe such a thing?

      If he were crying due to the pain she’d caused him -- would’t that make more sense? She’d become friends with them, over the years (or was that, too, something far more ambitious than a lowly human like herself should think?), but then one day, she’d fought with him -- she’d upset him. The next day, she died. While she originally believed he would have been relieved over this fact, and that she’d caused him to hate her before that fateful day, seeing him shed these tears brought her to disregard that conclusion.

      It takes her a moment to find her words -- and to get them past the lump that formed in her throat.

“L-Lord..Samael, sir..”

      She’s able to make eye contact for only a moment, before her brow creases and her gaze shifts more to the ground..to her feet. She didn’t deserve to see his tears, his face -- she didn’t deserve to be in his presence, at all. Still, she attempts to find her words, or any words at all -- an explanation, perhaps? An apology would be pointless, and yet, in the meekest voice, she musters a single, soft,

“I’m..sorry..”