"I could feel how his skin burned every time he dug his claws into the earth. There was no assurance that he could make it all the way up, as he was in a very deep pit, but still, he kept trying. Again and again. He had already slipped more than once, and the water helped him with every fall he experienced. This time he was almost halfway there; the rain didn't stop, and it continued to pour down on his face.
"You can do it, damn it," shouted Samael as he climbed a few scant inches. He had to go up slowly, or he would fall again.
"I won't die here," he said, leaning and stretching his injured hands upward once more. In all the times he had tried, he hadn't managed to reach as high as he has now."
"He wanted to take it slowly, as he didn't know if he could endure falling again; his body
