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their bed of clouds, they laughed, and they enjoyed each other’s presence, and for a time they were both content.
    Behind its intricate gates, Heaven loomed. And though she was still banished from the Light, the angel found she did not ache for the joys of Paradise.
    That ache had been soothed by one who had intimately understood her loneliness.
    When the time eventually came for them to take their leave, they both dressed, silently and quickly, casting long glances at each other, their mouths turned up in knowing smiles. There was an ease between them, one that suggested they had known each other’s company for decades rather than hours. He kissed her hand, and she stroked his cheek fondly; if she was still awed by his power, she no longer let that frighten her. Whatever else Samael was—Lucifer, former ruler of Hell, now the Angel of Death—he was her lover, just as she was his, and he had reminded her that life itself could be its own paradise.
    “Thank you,” she said, “for showing me bliss.”
    He kissed her again, lushly, his lips pressing against her knuckles, his tongue flicking over her skin. “And thank you, lovely Angel, for sharing rapture with me.”
    She allowed her smile to pull into a grin. “I would be happy to share such rapture with you again.”
    That made him smile wickedly. For a moment, his eyes flashed amber—his power, flitting to the surface before he called it back. When his eyes glowed, it was easy to see that he had been the King of the Underworld for thousands upon thousands of years. When he spoke, his tone was suggestive, and altogether enticing. “Some would say that seeking such pleasure is a sin.”
    Before their time together, such a comment would have made her feel ashamed. But now it merely emboldened her. “Well then,” she replied, “it is proper that I am bound to Hell.”
    Samael laughed, and he wrapped his arms around her. “Cherub, you make me wish I were still Below.” He kissed her brow, and she felt his lips press against her, tingling.
    “So come with me,” she said. “Be with me there.”
    “Ah.” His eyes shone with the memory of their shared bliss, and yet there was a darkness that glimmered as well. Samael looked at her, bittersweet. “I am both cast out of Heaven and equally banished from Hell.” He smiled again, wryly now. “Though I suppose that should have been expected. ‘He that is discontented in one place will seldom be content in another’.”
    She did not recognize the quote, nor did she allow it to distract her. She knew what she wanted now, and she meant to have it. To have him. “Surely, even one as powerful as you has a place of rest,” she said. “Where does the Angel of Death go when he is not doing the work of the Almighty?”
    “I am limited to Limbo,” he replied, “to those places between the spheres. I cannot set foot in Heaven or Hell, and I cannot trod upon the soil of Earth.”
    She twined her fingers around his. “Then I shall visit you in Limbo.”
    Samael regarded her. Emotions danced behind his eyes, played along his face, and yet as he considered her words, he remained silent.
    “You have shown me much,” she said, squeezing his hand. “You have eased my loneliness. You have given me such pleasure that it nearly eclipses the joy I’d found in Heaven. I would not be lonely again, Samael. And neither should you.”
    “You would visit me?” he asked slowly. “You would seek me out? Willingly return to me?”
    The angel realized that even the most powerful of creatures could have their moments of insecurity.
    “Samael,” she said, her voice musical, turning his name into a song or, perhaps, a prayer. With a smile, she released his hand as she summoned her wings. Free, the angel hovered above him, her arms wide, encompassing, beseeching. “As long as I may fly, I would seek you out, whether here at the very gates of Paradise, or Below at the foot of Hell, or anywhere in between. If you would have me, I would