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Luzifer
Samael sighed, "Whatever happened to Anton? Weren't we waiting for him?" he hoped that this girl wasn't lying to him in some attempt to spend time with him for whatever unholy reason she might want to do that. Perhaps she was a spy.
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Frederic was relieved that the paramedics got here, he didn't want anyone, Star or otherwise, to die. He was asked if he wanted to come to the hospital, but he didn't reply. Eventually they took that as a no and left without him.
Not that it was entirely a no.
He walked back to his apartment feeling rather depressed, "It seems that the threads of the past, even the sweetest threads, are like those of the spiders web. The harder one pulls against them the harder they grip to you. But...I must still relieve myself of them. Such threads of past thoughts were never real, illusory draughts of wine to numb the drunken mind to thought. Everything they are is not but what they were made by shaping hands to be. No natural growth of mind or heart."
When he woke up the next day, he sighed as her realized it was white day and he had nothing to do since he could not leave to get a job interview until these holidays past from time.
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