One Should Not Seek Those

Had Pretended To Be Abbadon Of The Dark, When Always He Had Been Working For The Light.

A Mind Is Like A Puzzle; You Must Unlock It To Read Its Hidden Secrets.

Maybe She'd Been Drinking Too Much Of The Super-sweet Mexican Coca-cola They Had Down Here. Or Maybe She Was Just Tired, Alone, And Far From Home. Because Somewhere In The Brittle, Concrete Center Of Azrael's Dark Heart, Something Was Melting.

Love. It's So Close To Hate, It's Almost Indistinguishable. But This Is How It Was For The Two Of Them. Love And Hate. Life And Death. Joy And Anguish.

That Morning, She Had Found An Envelope Stuffed Into Her Locker. It Was From The Mercer Hotel, And Held A Plastic Door Key For Their Suite. "see You There Tonight," Oliver Had Written. "chomp! Chomp!