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[h3] Samael [/h3]

Samael rolled his eyes, while sitting in an office chair in Heaven.  A prayer was coming into his mind as he sat there.  He was tempted to simply smite the psychic by showing his true form, but instead, he communicated back with an air of sarcasm to his voice.

"What humans and prophets have attributed my name to, means nothing to me.  I am an angel, although not as soft as some of my brothers...", he muttered, rubbing his brow, before his eyes widened at the life force of his target fleeing.  The girl was dead.

Screaming, he stood and turned the massive glass table with a huff, before smiting a young angel next to him with a thought and a growl.  He then disappeared from the room, with a flutter of wings.