It was hard for him too

The next day…

"So… not only did he watch you die, but he also left your daughter on the mainland all on her own?" Klaus looked at Lilou under the linden tree. Seeing her nod and huff, he produced a series of tongue clicking. He then gazed up at Samael, hanged by a rope around his torso and arms, tied on the thick branch of the tree.

"My… he deserves more than being hanged in here," he mused, elbowing Lilou mildly. "Hey, should I dig a grave for him? Let's bury him."

"He should get buried alive, indeed." Lilou huffed, running her hand through her hazel hair. She raised her brows, noticing the frizzy tips of her hair. "Ah, goodness."

"Oy, Hell. Why did you run all night? You should've just faced your doom instead of tiring your wife. Goodness… you of all people—I can't believe you call yourself a man after running away with your tail in between your legs." Klaus laughed, obviously enjoying Samael's plight.