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She twisted her silver rings. "Just experiments. Something to entertain the gods."
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Damien shrugged, leading us behind the bar to a hallway squeezed between two cabinets. Pictures of Italy hung on the walls. A door was hidden in the woodwork, and Damien pushed it open, revealing a dim warehouse full of shelf upon shelf of weapons. Flails, halberds, staffs, spears, swords, cannons, guns... they were endless. There were instruments of death humanity hadn't even dreamed of.
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"You don't mean that," Samael said. "I'm only the second laziest. Belphegor's got me beat – he's the demon of sloth."
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Samael's lips curled. "Like I'd want to live among that? It would ruin my saxophone practice. You're thinking of the pits of Abaddon. This is my home. It has its uses."
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Red marble floors shot through with veins of quartz echoed our footsteps. My voice bounced off the towering, sandy walls and curving, vaulted ceiling. High windows let in the last glimmers of sun. The rays played against columns that dripped down like stalactites, and rich paintings and tapestries spanned the length of the hall. We passed too many doors to count, some open to reveal rich interiors, others bolted shut. I felt like I was in the midst of a Renaissance castle.
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"Mo's brain is a slab of steak," I said. "He used to put monarch butterflies in my sandwiches so I'd migrate to Mexico. They tasted like dirt."
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Funny, one of the last things Samael would notice was Michael's unfortunate braid. Samael always said you should laugh at a tragedy, and if Michael's updo was anything, it was certainly worthy of mourning.
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Samael lay by Heaven's edge, face crushed in by Michael's foot. A very stylish sandal was the culprit. Samael wondered how long it would take to wash the blood from his brother's footwear.
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ch 18 Corpseboy Has a Boniface, Or Am I Bad at Picking Up Girls, Asks Satin
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ch 28 Mis Amigos, Queridos, Adios
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ch 27 War Pigs, Luke's Wall, Awesome Guitar Solo, Man Has Ozzi Gone Off
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ch 26 Smile, Devil, Gunmetal
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ch 25 Heart, I like Hearts, Hey, I even had one
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ch 25 Heart, I like Hearts, Hey, I even had one
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ch 24 My Love (Glove)
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ch 122 A Dream, Perchance, To Sleep Pt. 2
Ascendant (Danse Macabre Trilogy, Book #1)
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