Samael threw off items from the table in annoyance. Nothing was going right, he had been at this day and night and there was still no progress. Not even a flicker of light in his present dark world.
"Master don't! You will hurt yourself." His minion said. Orema wasn't a minion, not in any way. He was more like a faithful assistant but Samael only saw him as such.
"Get away from me Oh-ri-ma!" He slurred, staggering to get his balance only to be helped up by his hated minion. Aside from the fact that he didn't like his assistant, he also never got his name right.
A couple of years back Samael was living his best life. At twenty-eight he was a rich bachelor who had everyone at the palm of his hand and he took advantage of what he could. He was a businessman through and through, he dabbled into everything that was sure to bring him more money, drugs both legal and illegal, clothes, construction to name a few.
