There was something in the air. Something far too intense for him to enjoy. The children had been put to bed early tonight, a change from the normal curfew of 9:00 p.m. There was something about the professors, whispers shared between them and Markus or them and Anne Fernsby. Worry creased their brows. Anxiety was written all over their flighty little features. The tension was palpable--especially in his heightened state. Samael felt on edge, overwhelmed, and he didn't know how to handle it. He didn't know how to reign back in the sense of control and superiority, the sense of sheer power he had come to enjoy over the past month.
Samael had fled outside to the Black Lake with hopes getting away from the humans would help. He would be lying if he said he didn't hope for his murderous mentor to find him here and guide him through dealing with these emotions. He felt weak right now, weaker than he had since the fateful night his master had found him and fostered and shaped his new-found desires to suit his greater purpose, providing him with promises should he meet his standards.
He wondered: did master feel what he felt right now, too? Did he sense the way the castle seemed off, almost ominous? Did he sense the way the humans seemed to be hiding something? Had he overheard anything that would provide insight? Samael was almost afraid to know what that insight was. It surely spelled doom for his master. There was just something in him that told him that, something that told him the humans had figured out something that would bring this thing to a head. This had gone on for over a month now and had gone unchecked. And master had been playing games with Professor Witte. What if that was what had helped?
Samael shook his head firmly as he reached the rock he used to frequent as a student here. He sat on it and leaned forward, a foot resting on the rocks side providing the anchor for his weight. His hands slid through his slicked-back hair then clawed at his face involuntarily. He had to get rid of their emotions. He had to find his own. He had to find that center, that certainty. Master was strong. Master was invincible, a ghost. And their game would continue even if whatever tonight brought required a pause.