"Stop it, Stefan. Don't follow in your father's footsteps."
A faint exhale slipped past Stefan's nose as he found Samael's words ridiculous. He thought it was actually important, but it seemed he was wrong.
"I am not following our father's footsteps, Hell. Please don't insult me like that. It is actually hurtful," Stefan expressed heartlessly, as if the thought of being compared to their damned father was more infuriating than any insult.
"My brother, as I've said, I am here to fulfill my duties as your caring older brother. Don't push your luck too far." Samael's tone was firm and sincere, staring deep into his eyes in hopes to touch Stefan's rotten heart. "Knocking on death's door is easy, but what lies further behind that door is something you and I don't know."
"You and I?" Stefan snickered as he shook his head. "I assumed you are already aware of what lies behind that door, but alas, it seemed I am the only one who had been there."
