I recovered from another poisoned sleep, where time had flashed before me – scraps of Lucifer's poetry, a dream of a ducktale greaser demon and his Rococo vampire bride… and the depths of Lucifer's mind.
Samael was snoring in the Tree of Life castle bedroom again, arm wrapped tightly around me. A box of half eaten pizza and discarded, stale reaping robe and boxers stained with blood and you know what laid on the ground.
"You ate a pizza when I was knocked out by your Lucifer crap, you idiot! You smell like pineapple and anchovies! Who the hell eats that???"
His blue eyes flickered open, black hair snaking like smoke around my wrist and interlacing with my fingers.
"Pizza… make me pizza, Shannon. Snore. Snore. Snore."
I shook him awake, on top of him. "I'm not your goddamn maid!"
He smirked. "Hello, collegiate ginger bedhead."
"Pants, Samael! My life shouldn't be this X-rated."
"You let me into your life. Thus, it is your fault."
