It was difficult for Samael to concentrate on the mundane tasks of running a school with the recent events swimming through his mind. His eyes would glaze over as he stared down at the imposing paper work that piled on his wooden desk and it'd only be a few moments before faded, distorted memories flickered in his view. The mansion was silent, for once; void of his pestering younger brother, questioning servants, or wandering familiars. And, usually, his mind matched this atmosphere, even through the times of chaos and disorder. But tonight, the pale moon's ominous face hung high in an ocean of twinkling eyes that ever watched, seemingly fixed down upon him as though Heaven, itself, judged his thoughts.
Samael was bitter, for it was not every century he recalled memories of Gehenna. Nor was it a coincidence that this century's lamenting was triggered just a few hours after encountering his one and only elder brother. Or, could he even call him 'elder'. It was an age old question that even they two had debated together. That thought set a spiteful smile on Samael's lips and, at last, he set down the fountain pen that had been held in his gloved hand despite any progress made on the mundane tasks he had sat at this desk to do.
Sitting back heavily in his large, cushioned chair, Samael's arms rested on the sides as he spun gently around to gaze unseeingly through the window that covered nearly the entire wall behind his desk. A beautiful view, it was; this office being on the third floor of his mansion, and the window being so wide, one could see the tops of all the trees that surrounded the forest of the True Cross Academy from here. But it wasn't the view Samael looked out upon tonight. Emerald eyes glazed once again as he willingly succumbed to the memories that filled his mind like torn and stained photographs mixed with warped and tainted voices as though an ancient record covered in dust played on a bumpy track.