The Cult of Samael

    The Cult of Samael

    Long live the forgotten king!

    The Cult of Samael
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    Jackson, a sergal with green fur, wearing nothing but his blue underwear, sits with Michael, a sergal with blue fur and a white underbelly, wearing nothing but his gray underwear and leather jacket, and Donovan, a sergal with copper fur and a white underbelly, wearing nothing but his black underwear. The three sergals sit on the same couch, holding each other "So.. when is he coming?" Michael asked with a sigh "What's wrong? I thought you liked sitting with half naked with other half naked males" Jackson responded, picking up on Michael's sigh "I do, obviously, but we weren't called here for what we usually do. I think he wants something" Michael said putting his paw on his chin, his other, of course, being around Jackson "Of course he wants something, every time he wants something he makes us wait, waiting I can handle, but waiting without doing anything, ohh I'd fall asleep if you two weren't here" Donovan said, he being large enough to hold both Jackson and Michael, his arm around the other two, all responded by hugged each other