Eliel Roshveder

SAMAEL the blind angel Eliel Roshveder

Mauzoleo, he liked to sleep in these places, surrounded by the smell of candles, corpses and incense, there his soul found the rest he longed for. Death entranced him ... Naked claws of death ... That night a being visited him, his face was disfigured and he smelled of a corpse. The being was Samael and warned him in a tasteless voice: ___ We Nephilim use the effigy of death to strengthen us, the person's death is like a victory for us. We suck in her last breath at the time of death and absorb her suffering during her life, creating an Egregore, the black store of death. I am Samael, the angel of death. Gato Neblú was lying on the ground of the mausoleum, using only a blanket "hopefully that dawn" to denounce the glacial cold. Cat greeted the angel of death and said: ___I also nourish myself with the death of people, the rotting corpse and the decaying tissue. Here I feel sheltered against our greatest enemy (Yeshua).