Harlee POV
"All of the stories your kind tells about me-but not this one?" Samael scoffed. What? Don't tell me he was going to yield that easily?
"Let's put it this way, I wasn't big on religion until a Demon tried to eat my soul." I replied softly. Sam sighed and came and sat by me on the sofa.
"What do you know about our kind? The Angels of Death?" Sam asked. His tone had relaxed slightly and he ran a hand over his face.
"Only what Sands has told me. Basically, you ferry souls to their ultimate destination, so you're given free reign to move through Heaven, Hell, what have you. Well, more ore less. Also, you guys were given the ability to sympathize with humans to make this task easier and Sands uses that ability to also comfort the grieving. Some of you are Heralds or Me
