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He couldn’t help his lack of awareness. He couldn’t help the lost time and the ebb and flow of his consciousness. At times he was other creatures, though he didn’t know or care to understand. Sometimes, he was barely more than primitive instinct, while at others he was something more.
Bottomless eyes and stigmata tears, Samael grinned at the sight. He could have been familiar. The sun was setting, washing everything in blood and fire. The little fiend looked positively delicious, awash in such hues. From the brush he hissed audibly, intending to make his presence known.