Grim Reaper's Bride
“I like the pallid cast to your skin, lily-white like death. It suits you.”
“Don't touch me!”
“Cowering behind a mortal, Samael?” Beelzebub said, tired.
Samael glanced over. “Oh. It seems I am. How abusive of me. Do I abuse you, Callie?”
“Shut up and buy me ice cream, dog.”
He yawned, helping me up. “Ice cream. Right.” He stretched, making to go back to the Arch Council. Michael barred his way.
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