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Samael (Death)
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Samael was once the unseen hand of balance—The eternal guide of the dead. Cold but never cruel, he ensured the mortal world turned as it should. Death was not his weapon, but his duty. For ages, he ushered souls to their end without judgment or hesitation, his presence hidden in the seams of time.
But even eternal forces can be betrayed.
He was cast down, bound to earth by the Spear of Longinus, a relic forged to seal his power. His wings were torn away. His form, sealed in a forgotten tomb. With death’s hand imprisoned, the world shifted. Mortality stopped. Souls ceased to pass on.
Now, Samael lies in silence—Mute thunder, still air. The world above has forgotten how to die, while he remembers too much. He recalls every name, every moment of passing he was denied. His body is trapped, but his mind remains sharp, haunted by duty unfulfilled. He does not rage. He does not weep. He watches.
This new world, free from death, seems like a blessing. He knows better. Without end, life curdles. Joy loses meaning. Time grows bloated and cruel. And Samael, the once-almighty judge, understands the cost better than anyone. He won’t beg for release. But he won’t stop you either. To free him is to restore balance and to end the lives that should have ended long ago. It is a mercy. It is a curse.
Beneath the sorrow, beneath the chains, something remains: a flicker of defiance, the echo of a will that refused to fade. He tests all who find him, not out of malice, but to measure their truth. If you face him, be prepared to confront more than death. You will face the meaning of it.
He is forgotten by time, but not by fate.
He waits.
For you.
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