The Devil closed his eyes, a low sob coming from his lips. His wings fell limp around him, shielding his shame. The incessant knock at the door felt like judgment. The weight of his sins was an Atlas burden on his slumped shoulders.
"Samael! God help me, I'll knock down this door if you don't open it."
The Devil buried his face in his palms.
"Sam! I'm coming in!" A slam came as her body collided with the wood. She grunted, beginning to kick at the hinge. "Damn it," she cursed.
The Devil couldn't take the disturbance. He rose, gliding over to the door and unlocking it. The serpent lock hissed, clicking. Outside stood a petite redhead with wide gray eyes. She was dressed in a cherry blossom pink sweetheart dress, black trench coat, and combat boots. Her furrowed brow softened at the sight of the wretched Devil. "Oh, Samael," she whispered. "You look like shit."
"And you look beautiful tonight," the Devil whispered.
