Chapter Thirty-Four
'You killed her, my Lord', Lady Clementine gasped.
'She was dead before, my Lady', Lord Samael smirked.
'Damn you to Satan's Hell'.
'I am sure, in due time, such voracious appetites for blood shall swish away all, belated, horror you feel, my Lady, for death twice over'.
'Satan's Lord'.
'I am not Satan; I am Immortal'.
Lord Samael wiped the blood away with his right hand, and turned away into the dim hallway, where the silence was loud.
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