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The ClockToday we look forward to tomorrow.
Tomorrow we look forward to next week.
Next week there is only next month.
And next month there is only next year.
Is there ever a reason for today?
The SoulsThere is a place, before you are born, where your true love is written down. You are destined to meet each other. It is supposed to happen. And you are aware of this person unconsciously throughout your whole life, and that awareness is only heightened when you meet this person. Their emotions affect yours, and vice versa. They will always be there.
The soul keeper writes the two soul mates together before he sends them both down, before the moment of birth. He was writing now, the younger soul mate hovering behind him, fast asleep, unaware of anything. The older soul was down below, already three years old.
Chrys Wright and Evan Walker.
He glanced at the sleeping soul behind him. "Chrys Wright," he said, and he leaned back against the ghostly chair in which he sat. "Down to Earth you go."
And so down to Earth she went, to her parents. Grayson and Sybelle Wright. She was their first daughter.
"She's got your eyes," said Grayson.
"And your nose," said Sybelle.
They held her close
My Demon Angel Chapter 1Italy. Home to some of the greatest minds and artists to ever live. That was my home. That was where I was born. To a small family that wasn't very well-to-do. We made our living at our stall in one of the markets of Rome, selling fruits that our cousins sent in to be sold.
I was Samuel De Luca. I am still Samuel De Luca. But I am different now.
I was named by my mother, who liked the Samuel from the Old Testament. I will always be Samuel, no matter that I am now called Samael. A minute difference, and yet so big a change.
I was with my father nearly every moment from the day I was born. My mother kept track of my five sisters, and never talked to me much. I hardly remember her. Her name was Annetta. She was from Florence. I don't know why she married my father and moved to Rome. I remember her saying once that Florence was more beautiful than the filth of Rome. She argued with my father that they ought to move to Florence. She wanted to see her family.
We went once. I've ra
My Demon Angel PrologueYou make a deal with the Devil? There's no going back. The Dark Angel has you for the rest of your immortal soul's existence. Forever.
I knew this. I was fully aware of it. How could I not be? I lived when it was preached throughout Europe that the Devil could tempt you in more ways than was physically possible. When I was in Florence, I heard Savonarola's sermons that echoed from behind the closed doors of the churches. I knew what I was getting in to.
I made the deal.
"Do you want to live forever?"
I thought I was already going to Hell, even without selling my soul to serve. Didn't John Milton say in his Paradise Lost that it is "better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven?" I disagree, from my standpoint. But then, I've never been to Heaven before. What's it like, tell me? Is it a rich and beautiful landscape? Are the trees as green as they say? Is it paradise? I don't know. I couldn't tell you.
How could I? I'm the demon Samael. I take the souls from Earth who have l
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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