The Troll Queen's Bride
“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.”
We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose.
Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”
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