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2024-10-29 19:42:56“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.
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