“My footman. The Angel of the Grave. He's quite a looker, if you fancy wraiths.” Samael wolf-whistled. “Get your luscious ectoplasm up here, helmsman!” he called. The smoke spewing from the smokestacks billowed upward. I was hit by a wave of disapproval, like when my Calculus teacher graded my 'creative' derivations. A black cloud frothed before us at the edge of the outcropping. Mummified feet with rotting bandages slipped forth: out stepped a skeletal figure covered in a thick black cloak. Dumah. The hood over his face pooled in his eye sockets and nasal cavity.
The phantom advanced in broken movements. He held out bone fingers as if scraping the air.
I screamed for the life of me. “Get that thing away from me now!”
“Silence, Shannon,” Samael demanded. “Where are your manners?” The phantom tilted its head.&
Apparently, head minions were good for one thing: serving girls. I fumed in the smoky drawing room Samael and I had arrived at an hour before. He ignored me, grinning at some witticism his colleague said as I held his stupid tray of wine and cheese. The only reason I did so was because he promised me cheddar, and lots of it. He'd been leading me on a tour of Hell's offices, and I was enslaved as the wine-and-cheese girl. He reached for another cheddar cube- my cheese- and his fingers carelessly traced my breast.“Whoops,” he said, smirking.I was on the verge of smashing the damn tray over his head.After the boat, he'd allowed me to see nothing, blinding me with his stupid cloak and whisking me off through a dank-smelling area that bustled with eerie sounds. “Security reasons,” he'd said. Voices raised in argument had echoed above, alongside laughs and the possible beep of a coffee machi
Samael's eyes burned red. He remembered my attacker, though now, I wasn't sure which demon to be afraid of. “She is not for experimentation,” he snappedChuckles cocked his head in annoyance. “We're men of poison,” he said drily, his eight legs stabbing the floor. “What is a mortal to you?”“Selfish, Chuckles.”“I haven't fed in weeks,” Chuckles snarled. With the coloring of Harlequin- vicious black and red- he leapt onto the ceiling. Lines of red eyes snapped open on his brow. Planted above me, he lunged downwards, claws extended. I shrieked. Samael's tail sealed shut before the demon snatched me up. I heard the hiss of burning flesh.“Your infernal blood,” Chuckles cursed. There was an acid sizzling. He sucked at the air. Bile rose in my throat as the tail pressed against me, muscles rippling, smooth and w
“You're a monster,” I rasped. He suckled my blood.“No one will hurt you now. I have claimed you as my own,” he murmured. His venom sang through my veins. Samael kissed me as if he was parched. “Mine. I will never let them take you.”“Is this sin, Sam? Am I damned?”He tensed. His eyes met mine like a viper.Images flashed through my head: a jagged, rocky cliff. Michael crushing his head. Falling, senseless, into a cold he'd never known. He'd wept then, clutching the bit of light he'd salvaged from before. He held it like a torch or a beacon. The other fallen flocked to it. His heart, fallen from the stars.Samael's consciousness weighed on my mind. I cried out, feeling his pain. His rage as he passed judgment. He damned all those he loved. My tears were his, willing or not.
Michael turned to Samael, composure restored. “I'm leaving Noor in your charge, Samael. She appears to have healed adequately, considering her ordeal. As her captain, Zadkiel will perform routine checks on Raziel's daughter.” And you, seemed to be his subtext. Michael's voice was firm, absolute.“So she's my charge,” Samael said wearily. He turned to Zadkiel, eyes raw. “The girl has suffered enough. Give her the respite she needs. Raziel owes her that.”Michael sighed. “There is none, when the war is eternal.”Samael tensed. “Only because we make it so.”Michael smiled sadly. “And you have the solution, Samael?”“I tried once,” he said through gritted teeth. He unconsciously touched his heart. “It was my greatest failure.”Michael nodded, grim. Zadki
Samael clenched me possessively. More inappropriate friction resulted.“Aaah?” My face turned red. He bit his lips, aroused. A groan escaped his mouth.“OUT, GOAT!” he roared.I cried out softly. “Sam, aren't angels supposed to be- um- unequipped? Then- then why...”He looked down, eyes glazed over in lust. “Anything but,” he whispered.Beelzebub stepped in. “Son of a Gorgon, what is the matter with you?-” He stopped dead in his tracks, seeing me. Sam hid me under his cloak, like a brother hiding a cereal box toy from his twin.“Go away, Bub. I'm busy.”The executive's face grew grim. “She's stacked. I'll give you that.”“It's your mangy hide that's to blame!” Samael glared daggers at Puck, deaf to Beelzebub's judgment.&ld
I gasped for breath. Death held me in his arms. He sang of maggots and rot.“The hell?” I demanded.He looked at me guiltily. The song changed to worms. I sighed, too weak to rise. The rain was sweet on my tongue.“Is this some shamanic death-rebirth thing?” I said weakly.He nodded in response. His raven wings furled open. They glistened with hidden jewels.“Remind me to never do acid.”“Rest, lemming.” He fell silent. His eyes were piercing blue.“Your eyes. They're from before the Fall. This was your old gaze, wasn't it?”“Do you ever sleep?” he lamented.“I can sleep when I'm dead.”He sighed, tracing the back of my neck. “Why didn't you run away?”I leaned my head on his chest. “To where, Corpseboy? Home? I
I witnessed his daily torture. Each morning, Samael fell. His shrieks heralded the rising sun. His plea echoed through the centuries: “Don't make me face this alone.” His beloved brother crushed him. Samael bit his heel like a beast. Michael ripped his glory from him: “Burn,” Michael cursed his twin. Stripped of his thorny crown, Samael fell to the howling sea. The blackness crushed him to it. The dark mother swallowed all, trying to erase his abortion from existence. But he held fast to his hideousness, made weapons from his pain. They sprouted from his rage, pinning the abyss to his bones. He roared “I AM.” The first claim of being. The blackness bowed before him. It recognized its master, the Lightbringer whose shadow it sprang from. He moved inside me like the Holy Ghost. “Do you remember how we fell?” Samael took Go
I slept for a very long time.By the time I awoke, he was bones. They were strewn across the bed. The sunlight had eaten everything. I held his skull in my hands. It looked forlornly at me.“Samael?” I whispered.I'm here.He smiled. Just like he always had.Tears stung my eyes. I could barely form thoughts past my panic. I was angry at him. Sad. “What kind of game are you playing?”It will be alright. Just hold me.“Samael. What- What do I do?”Bring my remains to the river. Anoint me with the waters of life.I gathered his bones in the black sheets, now a shroud. I carried his remains like Ezekiel, knowing the marrow hid life. His room was vast, endless. I would call it a tower if it had any humanity in it. Instead, it was a living thing. At its cente