"Ugh, freaky dreams again," I sighed, hobknobbed by sleeping in a duck like position.
"Anybody there?" I called.
No response but the wind. Even the crows and dog were gone.
I grew lonely, waking up from a morning nap as Samael/Lucifer was at work at the Hellopolis. I wandered to the stone stairs and venturing to the bottom as Lucifer slept. At the bottom was a diased circle surrounded by cool onyx walls. The entrance was sealed shut – I was trapped in his quarters, devoid of flying wings. Crapola!
Fuming, I marched back upstairs to the endless main floor, hurling myself onto a blanketed leather couch as chill March air, tainted by cherry daybreak, flooded the entire Tower of Life.
