"I'm good with scythes, too, come to think of it-"
"What the bleeding heck. You're a monster."
"Fire's also in my repertoire-"
"You know what? Fine. Go get ready," I said, the cogs in my brain whirring.
His brows shot up. "Really?"
"Yes," I choked.
He smiled crookedly. "I'll return before you know it," Samael said, then disappeared. I shot off the bed, quick as my feet could take me. The room was monstrously tall, and I felt that it was as large as its creator desired. The "room" was merely a balcony jutting out of a wall, and a long, spiral staircase led down below. I raced down it, trying to escape.
"What was I thinking last night!" I panicked. "I might as well have signed my death certificate! Metatron's a fricking angel compared to him, rags and all."
