[ Even though it's been an age since he properly served as a hound of Hell, Blackie can see well enough the angel's touch still on her. He hisses openly, baring teeth, and quickly pushes her hands away. ]
[She can't help it, teeth grit and giggling, burned hands curled to her, feeling the ligaments of her throat, the thick weight of the devil's stain on her throat.]
Both, Blackie, both, he's such a pathetic thing, no father at all, but he watches, Blackie, he watches and he smiles.
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Such easy pray for the likes of you.
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Don't be ridiculous, Mary.
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[She holds out her hands quietly, red peeling fingertips and palms.]
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You should know better.
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Ha-Satan reminded me, but he's just so funny, Blackie, he makes me laugh.
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Laugh? Out of madness or of contempt?
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Both, Blackie, both, he's such a pathetic thing, no father at all, but he watches, Blackie, he watches and he smiles.
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