What makes a life worth living? A loving wife? An adorable child? Absolute denial? Some would say denial is all he has. Immortal, inhuman, incapable of experiencing life at all, let alone the semblance of one. Perhaps. Alive, or not, he knew enough to feel fear, to know evil makes no exceptions in begrudging the living, and Samael was evil, beyond any denial he could make. Brother, or not, their mutually assured destruction seemed inevitable, and his unlikely victory, too easily won. He survived to see Sophie give him a child. The Child of his dreams. They named her Molly, and he loves her more everyday. Yet, the taller she grows, the longer her shadow, waking old fears, and new. To the winner go the spoils.