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Gabriel took a drink of his wine to rid himself of the choking lump in his throat. It was a tragedy. He looked at his other brothers and wondered how they would be if they too found someone they loved, someone who saw past their dark ways and simply loved them for who they were. Could they be healed ? Could that kind of love save them, save their lost souls ? Was that the answer ? Love ?

He sighed, shaking the farfetched notion from his head.

It was an impossible dream.

Raphaël sourit. Le résultat était à couper le souffle. Ce sourire aurait pu pousser un million de coeurs chastes à succomber aux ténèbres.

Ses sautes d’humeur lui faisaient l’effet d’une tornade, qui partait dans des directions imprévisibles, sans laisser le temps à personne de se préparer à la destruction à venir

Est-ce que Satan ressemblait à ça ? Au plus beau de tous les hommes, mais avec la plus noire des âmes.

"You're staying in my bed tonight, little rose. You're staying right here." He closed his eyes and, with his arm around her waist, quickly fell into a deep sleep. Maria ran a finger along hi forehead. The lines that had been so prominent had disappeared. No strain. No pain.

Maria closed her eyes and held him in return.

Two broken souls entwined.

"And I will break you. I will make it so you can't breathe without me. Can't awaken without seing my face in your mind. You'll dream of me… and I'll consume you. And when all is said and done, I'll own you… You'll never be rid of me. You'ill give me all i have ever wanted. Dreamed of. Finally… my little rose."

But as her body weakened and the darkness in her eyes deepened, Maria kept her gaze fixed on the beautiful man before her. The man who would send her soul to reside in heaven among the angels and saints.

This man they called Raphael.

Her beautiful killer.