After three years of marriage, it's easy to forget he is a fugitive. Making coffee, doing laundry and walking the dog are distracting enough, notwithstanding regular sex. He's never had love before, in-laws, a family. He likes Christmas presents, birthdays, anniversaries ... cake. He loves having Sophie to share them with. Every year he escapes notice could be their last. He wishes she didn't know it, but to love him she had to. He knows she loves him. Even if she doesn't trust him. Suspects him. Drinks. In spite of everything he's said, she knows he hasn't told all. How can he, when he...

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...