Samael opened the door to our motel room – it was lushly decorated in white wolf skin, with crystal bioluminescent lights of blue fungus and diamond shards, ivy on the walls by a misty waterfall, and obsidian walls that were polished to reflect our refracted bodies. Samael loomed over me, hook nose, thin lips, and eyes like chips of glass devouring me.
"This is good, despite Holy Boy. I needed a break with my best girl away from Raphael. He never gives me seconds."
"You're a shit cook, Sam, appreciate Raff making fancy food for you – I still remember when you lived off expired coffee and tins of beans."
