I lay back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. This was the fiftieth incarnation for me. Fifty times I'd had the opportunity to kill Darkest, sending him back to the pits of the Hell where he belongs. The past forty-nine times, I'd failed. Paying for my failure with my own demonic blood. It wouldn't be so bad if only I didn't have to report my failure to the Angel Gabriel.
I sighed, lighting a cigarette, no doubt I'd be getting a call from Gabriel in the near future, as well as a gift from Darkest.
I might as well get some sleep while I was able.
I stubbed out the cigarette, rolled over and closed my eyes.
I dreamed that Darkest and I were waltzing to a tune only he could hear. We walktzed through the mirrored corridors of Versailles as my dagger protruded out of my rib cage and blood dripped down the mark our passage in the hall as France revolted around us....
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