I slept for a very long time.
By the time I awoke, he was bones. They were strewn across the bed. The sunlight had eaten everything. I held his skull in my hands. It looked forlornly at me.
"Samael?" I whispered.
I'm here.
He smiled. Just like he always had.
Tears stung my eyes. I could barely form thoughts past my panic. I was angry at him. Sad. "What kind of game are you playing."
It will be alright. Just hold me.
"Samael. What- What do I do?"
Bring my remains to the river. Anoint me with the waters of life.
I gathered his bones in the black sheets, now a shroud. They were ragged like torn trashbags. I carried his remains like Ezekiel, knowing the marrow hid life. His room was vast, endless. I would call it a tower if it had any humanity in it. Instead, it was a living thing. At its center grew the Tree. The vine that Samael planted. Oh how much it had grown.
Fall with me.
