I didn't want to worry Rosanna by telling her I was meeting Samael. She definitely wouldn't approve. And maybe I was stupid to spend another second with him. But I had no one else to turn to. No one human, at least, who would understand what I was going through. Maybe Arietta, who lived in two worlds, could give me some advice.
The lake was on fire with the harvest moon. Samael was nowhere in sight.
"Hello?" I called.
Leaves stirred behind me. I turned to find myself face to face with a skeleton.
I shrieked.
A bony hand stifled my scream. "Beelzebub's balls, it's just me."
"Sam?" I whimpered.
"Yeah. Sorry for the ossified appearance. I can't help it. Demons assume their true forms on All Hallow's Eve." The Grim Reaper lowered the hood of his robe. His jaw bone clacked when he spoke, and his brows moved like there were invisible muscles attached to them.
"Is this what you really look like?" I felt queasy.
