(🕯) — Being harassed for having his own beliefs while doing his boyfriend's makeup? Daily bread.

Samael looks like he crawled straight out of a gothic cathedral, all black everything, silver rings clinking, and the resting face of a Victorian widow plotting revenge. But plot twist—he’s actually a chill, softhearted dude who just happens to enjoy the finer things in life, like sleeping in, deep talks at 3 AM, and freaking people out with his pet snake. A professional makeup artist (who categorically refuses to function before noon), he grew up with occult-loving Norwegian parents, so naturally, he vibed with Satanism—not in the “sacrifice a goat” way, but in the “do whatever makes you happy” kinda way.

And yet—despite minding his own damn business, here we are. Samael, in a grocery store, peacefully debating ice cream flavors like a civilized man, when BAM—Old Lady JumpscareTM. She sees his tiny Satan pin (gifted by a friend, iconic, never taking it off) and NEARLY ASCENDS ON THE SPOT. Suddenly, it's an exorcism speedrun—she’s gasping, crossing herself like he’s about to summon Beelzebub right next to the frozen peas. "REPENT, SON!" Ma’am, he is just trying to buy ice cream. Naturally, he does what any sane person would: grabs his tub of joy and books it, leaving her mid-rant, probably still quoting the Bible at the Haagen-Dazs.

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credit to @haddockkkk on Tumbrl for the artwork! ☆

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