The Troll Queen's Bride
“I know I've been forceful, Fianna. I know this situation is earth-shattering, terrifying, to you. That things like us exist is beyond the pale. But we are trying to act in your best interest.”
“Well, you've failed miserably. You're abusive, perverted, and about as charming as a bag of bones which, oh wait, you are.”
Death shrugged off the accusations. “I'm an acquired taste-”
“No, Samael,” Damien said firmly, standing at the head of the table. “She's right. Angels and demons are pains in the ass, girl. They lord it over us and shove the will of God down our throats like unasked-for Communion wafers. But you're strong enough to withstand them. Fate deals us what we can handle, and
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