The king's eyes

Samael

Two days since I launched the search to find her... Nothing.

The covens aren’t happy to let the soldiers search the premises for Iris, but I have no choice. A wizard took her, and I guess he’s not alone.

They must be a whole group, hidden I don’t know where... I guess they know where I’m going to look, they may even be on the move.

He got too far ahead of me.

I’m so sorry for not reacting sooner. I pray they don’t hurt her. I hope they mostly want to get at me...

I’m going to have to go get her myself, get into their ambush.

I would have tried to avoid that.

My children should arrive at the end of the day. They will be surprised to see me restored, I will be the most surprised because they are no longer children...

I am very angry with myself now. I lost a lot of moments with them, which could have done us good. They grew up without me, I let other people educate them.

I’ve been racking my brains ever since Iris was taken from me.

I can't stop saying that she was taken from me like she is a part of me that was torn out... This is painful just like that...

She became such important to me, she is the moon in my darkness, a sweet and beautiful light here to feel less alone...

She shows me that I do have not to be alone and sad anymore... That I can be reborn, and have the right to live happily again...

After all these years of loneliness and sorrow...

When she hold my face with her hands, the feeling was so incredible...

She was so concerned by my recovery, my health, my heart...

She wanted so hard to touch me and to touch my heart...

I need her to feel that again... I need her to feel... affection, warmth... Love

But she is far from me now.

I return to my anxieties, this time different, but they prevent me from sleeping and make me irritable, and I must not let misfortune consume me again.

When I sleep, I look for my light...

It’s still there but the moon is dark and almost entirely hidden. There’s a tiny crescent left...

She's there, somewhere, and I can’t find her... My consciousness doesn’t have the power to project itself... And even if I had it, I couldn’t find her...

I don’t know if it’s possible to reach her if she’s really far from me.

But this crescent is a hope. I’m waiting to see the moon again in my sleep, to see if the light comes back, if she gets closer, I’m waiting for a sign, anything...

Because if I go looking for her tomorrow, I won’t know where to go, I would be totally blind...

How ironic.

I see the diligence of my family. I will finally see my mother and my children.

I stand in front of the castle gates, they are wide open, like my heart.

The carriage stops. My mother comes out first.

“...Samael! ...You see? Oh my God!”

I hold her in my arms, unable to hold back the tears that betray my emotion.

“Hello mom, yes...

A very special woman managed to help me..." I answered, moved.

"It’s wonderful, my son... Finally... You deserve to be happy so much, I prayed hard for that..." She said, shaken.

My son appears

"Dad!!!"

"Joan!”

My son, my 14-year-old son, tearful with joy, comes to my arms...

I hold him tight against me, the sobs twist my throat

“My big boy, my Joan,

you’re so beautiful my son, I’m so happy to see your face...

So happy to see you again, to finally have you with me...”

Joan and I can’t stop crying... He’s so tall he’s almost my height, and he looks a lot like me, I’m so proud of him...

I don’t see my daughter yet. My mother whispers to me in the hollow of my ear: “Your daughter is a little confused. She’s going to need some time to get used to it.

We’ll let you guys find each other, Joan and I are going inside.”

I let my son leave my arms after a long time his forehead against mine...

I’m so grateful for this magic moment.

“Satine...

I know you’re angry with me...

Please let me at least see you...

I promise to give you time, to tell you everything...I’m so sorry my girl..." I confessed.

"Good evening dad. I’ll go and settle down if I still have my room.” My daughter... who is almost a woman, gets out of the carriage without even looking at me. Her face is closed and stern... She looks so much like her mother, especially at this moment.

But she is not Lilith.

She is my flesh and my blood, she is my first baby, my ray of sunshine, my little one...

I try to hold her back. "Satine, please look at me...

I’ve dreamed so much of seeing your beautiful face again, you’re so pretty, and so strong I’m sure, you always have been, my little warrior..."

"NO!! DAD, STOP!!" She screamed, upset.

I let her yell at me, I know I deserve it. "I’m not the one you’re talking about anymore and you don’t have the right to use these words!

You chose not to be my father anymore, I FORBID YOU to talk to me like before...

As if nothing had happened...

As if you had not abandoned me...

I forbid you..."

She bursts into tears, I force her to stay in my arms, and she tries to push me away and hit me...

The tears overwhelm me, too...

Finally she returns my hug and lets go of all the sadness that she contained...

“My baby...

I know...

I’m a horrible father and you’re right...

I’ve been a coward, unworthy of you...

I promise to do everything, every day, so that you forgive me...

I’ll give you time if you need it, but I’ll tell you everything you need to know, I’ll show you everything you need to see, I will be there, every day, waiting for you to forgive me...

I was so unhappy without you, I was going bad...

I went crazy when I lost mom...

I took your mother away from you...

And I was afraid of hurting you with my madness and my despair...

I was just a loser... Satine, I’m terribly sorry...”

My daughter continues to cry in my arms... And it kills me to have given her so much pain...

I kiss her forehead, caress her head like when she was so small in the crook of my shoulder...

“I’m so proud to be your father, so happy to see you again... My precious little girl.”