Is it not only fitting that she should return first to the woods where she had met her silver-tongued devil? The one she has mentally and emotionally abused for years upon end. She never understood why she did those things, made those choices, and left it all behind. Twice. Perhaps it made sense at the time to go with Samil as he offered so much for her – underlings to rule over within their dark, grotto home and children to raise to be nothing less than how great they truly were. After all, Samil had been her first real love interest since her fall from heaven.

Though some plans always had a way of… falling through. Samil’s promises were empty and her sacrifice soon brought no rewards. Everything was shattered beyond repair and the only thing she could hold on to any further was Sanguine and the unborn child that had been growing within her womb. She took to the wilds of the outer world in hopes for a better opportunity but none had come and the places were just as lifeless as they had been before.

She brazenly returns to him, to them, and wishes to find him just where he had once been. Had she fucked it all up beyond any hope of repair? Maybe. But Naamah never worried over the doings of others or their thoughts on her actions. They could always be easily swayed and that was how she constantly thought. Enderly had been swayed to every whim she wished – surely that has not changed since her absence. Although he was quite unhappy the last time they had met. Nevertheless, the dark angel misses his presence and with Samil gone she must fill that void that now rests heavy within her damned soul.

The temptress will find her smooth talking callboy even if she must pry him from the grasp of another.