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2024-10-29 19:42:56Samael spent the next hour stalking the perimeter, weaving black spells. He examined the corpse, murmuring darkly to himself while Puck took notes. Strange symbols had been written in nephelim blood on the tree.
“I tracked him far as the West Wind. There was nary a trace of the creepsing angel, Thane of Flies,” the satyr growled, driving his hoof into the ground. He scribbled notes on the page. “Bloody rotten bats! A pox upon the mongrels!”
They plotted the fallen angel's demise while I sipped my tea. My watch read nine P.M.. Samael had assured me my family would take no notice of my disappearance, thanks to his “mind-editing” capabilities. I hoped I didn't return to a house filled with human goo.
Samael approached, smiling crookedly. “How would you like to deliver the death blow, maggot?”
I cocked my brow. “What? You want me to
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