[Samael Ashwood's POV]
The sudden knock on the door and the familiar voice sent a jolt through both of us. Clarissa's eyes widened in surprise, while I quickly masked any visible reaction.
"Mother..." I muttered under my breath, already sensing the disruption she might cause to the carefully laid plans.
The door swung open before I could respond, and Elysia Ashwood, my mother, stepped into the room with her usual happy-go-lucky smile as she jumped into my arms with practiced grace, embracing me tightly. Her snow-white hair cascaded over my shoulder as she pulled me close, her eyes sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief.
"Samael, my darling," she purred, her voice soft and affectionate. "I've missed you."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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