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The witch was hot, he had to hand it to her. Of course, Sammael hadn’t come into the house knowing that he’d fuck her, but now it was a distinct possibility. He’d felt her pain lace through the air as Karsten told her about his mate. The poor thing hurt so much that he could taste it on the air. He didn’t reckon it would be sinful to console her, to give her body what it had thought it would get from the Unicorn. Consoling her here on the table wouldn’t be very sinful either, just would prove good planning. If anything, it was the Unicorn’s fault for hurting the poor lamb’s feelings.

The trick would be to get her to consent. Karsten had mentioned she might have an aversion to his nature, although he’d sensed none. Most likely, she was one of those types who always proclaimed themselves pure but deep down just never had the courage to try it nasty. Not that he could force her because he knew she’d enjoy it eventually. He knew how far he could push the game. His mind was constantly on that fence, at least until he could find something that would please Lucifer enough to not want him next to Belial screaming for eternity.

He waited until Karsten was in his room for the night before turning and smiling at Bianca, who had her back to him. The unsettling thing was the Angels’ tears she had. Why anyone would keep such an unsettling item in the house was beyond him. But for a witch, he supposed, it wasn’t all that unusual as Angels’ tears were very rare. It was the opal as well that interested him. Why would she keep one so large? On the table alone was enough to kill most of the Fallen in Hell, or at least seriously mess their day up.

He hadn’t been entirely honest about the true strength of the tears, one doesn’t exactly go about giving people all the ingredients to kill them. The blade would kill Nybras, but not him. The vial of tears would destroy him instantly. It was odd for an immortal that close to true death. It was very surreal to, after so long, come across something so small that would end everything. It wasn’t a very good feeling.
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