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Yes, he was an angel—a black-winged demon of destruction. Distantly, quietly, he could hear the gentle creak of leathery appendages. He was the liar and the adversary. This creature would fall just as everything that he touched was meant to. He would personally fill the infernal lake with screeching, tormented souls. His love was of the most vile, wicked brand.
He looked on with a pleased, pleasant air, watching the creature as he caressed the cross with a gentle tongue. “That’s right,” he said. “Samael the angel.” He would take him home, and keep him tucked tightly beneath his blood-stained wing.