Resemblance
Once the enormous weight disappeared, Samael raised his sore hands and examined the extent of his injuries.
Several of his fingers were dislocated, perhaps even fractured, and green and purple bruises had already begun to appear.
The backs of his hands weren't much better, as the small stones had penetrated the flesh and dirt had seeped in the bleeding wounds.
When he felt the scepter fall, he instinctively knew he couldn't handle it, so he tried to transform his hands into claws, but, to his surprise, it didn't work.
The aether emanating from the Legacy blocked his own, preventing his metamorphosis.
Accustomed to the fear that his name and his presence aroused on the battlefields and in every district of his kingdom, he blindly believed that the woman had not opposed his demands for fear of what would happen if she refused, besides the fact that she depended on them to get out of this place.