Writing is more fun than I can stand! · 11:27pm Apr 22nd, 2016
I be a busy little beaver. I popped out a one-shot and am now in the process of writing the next chapter to Samael's Mercy. 
6918 words so far and not even done yet. Just as a heads up, sure Samael seems collected in the Prologue, but that's his comfort zone. What he's been doing for the past eight years. What he hasn't been doing is being social and friendly. That's going to be tough for him.
A preview? A preview:
‘Alright, noted. Horns do glowy things and…Hu-uh.’ Samael barely caught himself and kept himself from jumping as he felt the pain of his wound melt away, keeping his expression neutral as he watched the bleeding slow then stop, ‘Alright, staunch the bleeding, awesome. Won’t bleed out if I get shot as long as I have one of these guys near me and that’s super handy and pretty aweso--’ Externally, he remained neutral, but internally he was outright gobsmacked as his wound closed entirely. ‘I was not prepared for today. I don’t think anyone would be.’
“So uh, that’s me done, right? I can go and uh not be in this hospital anymore, right?” Samael attempted to stand to leave, but was held back by the doctor. ‘Oh no. Don’t do it, please don’t do what I think you’re going to do.’
“Oh no, mister. We have to make sure you’re at one hundred percent! That means a full examination!” Doctor Saccharine patted the poor dear’s arm reassuringly and stood up to allow him room to do so as well, picking up her clipboard and fighting an eager smile, “Now, shirt off, I need to make sure that that chest pain you mentioned to Nurse Crème Fraîche isn’t anything more serious.”
He fought back an amused smirk and a snort of mirth at the nurse’s name, and sighed to himself in defeat as he stood up, “Fine, fine, but I’m telling you, it’s not serious.”
