Chapter 11
“When He lies, He speaks out of His own character, for He is a liar and the father of lies.”
—JOHN 8:44, ESV
T he scent of Lilith’s tight little cunt remained on my fingers as I crossed into the shadow realm. She smelled of death and carnations. I found myself returning my fingers to my mouth, chasing the sweet taste of her.
Anger pulsed through me. I hated that I enjoyed it.
Lilith was the enemy. Since the day Yahweh informed me she would be my successor, I had hated her.
“What will become of me?” I had asked as Yahweh and I stood over the Sorter of Souls. Yahweh moved to sit at His loom and spun up Lilith’s soul from where He had kept her in purgatory. I watched His expert fingers wind her essence with a thread of wisdom, understanding, counsel, fortitude, knowledge, piety, and, finally, my least favorite of the seven… fear of The Lord.
“You must trust in me,” Yahweh said cryptically, and I snorted. I hated Him, and I hated this never-ending field of blinding white that He called Heaven. I much preferred Hell, which had been mine to rule for the past thousand years.
I could not remember what I had been before. Yahweh said that my role of leading souls to judgment was my punishment for some great sin I had committed. I could not remember the sin, but I had found that I did not mind this job. It was all I knew, and I enjoyed tormenting the souls of those I was allowed to keep.
Even more, I enjoyed pulling souls from mortal bodies. It was satisfying. The ripping sound as the pieces of spirit snapped and separated from their earthly vessels sent zips of pleasure through my heart. I didn’t discriminate. If it was time for a soul to die, I was more than happy to give them death.
Except for Lilith.
She was not allowed to die, nor did I want her to. I wanted her to bear witness to the deaths of every single person she knew and loved. For one, it was training for her upcoming role as my successor. Two, it felt like revenge against her for taking what was mine.
I had been surprised the first time she had summoned me, dragging those razor blades down her wrists. I hated her, but she hated me more. I had made sure of that. So, when she first tried to commit suicide, I was intrigued. Why would she call for Death to take her when I knew she hated me more than anything else in her small, mortal world?
“You must condition her and train her to take your place. If she fails, there will be dire consequences for the both of you,” Yahweh said somberly. I didn’t miss the meaningful way He eyed the shimmering bowl of purgatory from which He had just drawn Lilith’s soul. The threat had been clear. If I failed, I would find myself floating in that bowl for however many years it took for Yahweh to feel I had learned my lesson.
“You have served your sentence. Now it is her turn. You will be rewarded for your obedience. First, you must make sure she is ready to take on your duties,” Yahweh said, and I forced myself not to scowl. I had not considered these past thousand years to be a punishment. I didn’t trust that I would particularly like Yahweh’s reward . Yahweh and I had very different ideas of what was good and what was bad.
However, we both agreed that purgatory was the worst thing you could do to a soul, no matter who they were.
I had watched as Yahweh planted Lilith in a mortal woman’s womb. Immediately, I knew the woman must die on the day of Lilith’s birth, and I felt a thrill of pleasure rush to my cock at the thought. I looked forward to ripping her life away from her. I scanned her soul and found her to be too kind for the mortal world, unlike the little thief that Yahweh had just planted in her belly.
How dare she steal from me? Hell was my domain. Death was mine to rule. I narrowed my eyes as I watched the seed of her life latch on to the woman’s womb and decided right then and there that if Lilith was going to take what was mine, she would be mine to torment.
“You must test her. You have twenty-two years. Do not let her fail,” Yahweh said .
Unsurprisingly, she had failed almost immediately. She had nearly failed when she had slit her wrists. Then again when she tried to asphyxiate herself, and again a third time when she had leapt from a bridge.
Suicide was a cardinal sin. Yahweh would not tolerate a soul that attempted to take death into their own hands before they had been gifted with the God-given right to do so. That was why I intervened each time. However, Yahweh had known. He always knew.
She had not tried again for a very long time. I assumed it was because I hadn’t killed anyone she loved in a very long time. This was largely due to the fact that she had finally managed to find a way to avoid making earthly connections with others.
Though I had missed the pain and horror in her eyes with each person I tore away from her, I had enjoyed the aching loneliness that plagued her just as much.
I was thrilled when Hazai told me she had touched that human male. It had been so long since I had been given a reason to hurt her. However, when he told me that she had gone home to mark her skin, I immediately needed to intervene.
Self-harm was only a step below suicide as far as Yahweh was concerned. We were much too close to her coronation for her to be making such careless mistakes. Each time I punished her, she tried to punish herself. I needed to make sure she knew that this would no longer be tolerated. I had allowed it until now, but I planned on ensuring the last few weeks of her testing were brutal and ruthless. I didn’t want her getting any ideas.
She was mine to punish.
Hazai had been called into a meeting with that simpering, kiss-ass archangel, so it had been left up to me to ensure she kept that knife off her skin. I knew she would be aching for it after the night she’d had. Her devastation stained the very folds of reality, and I drank her sadness up from the shadows as she ran home from her place of work.
It had started innocently enough.
I just wanted to make sure she had not carved a new mark into herself. I was much less patient than Hazai, so I forced her to show me her marks to get it over and done with. However, as she lay there with her knees behind her ears, I hadn’t been able to look away from the outline of her perfect cunt straining against the thin cotton of her underwear. She had soaked right through them while I had been examining her scars. Despite the intoxicatingly sharp tang of fear I could taste on her, her little wet cunt was practically begging me to touch it.
We were not permitted to breed with humans. Doing so was the type of shit that would get a Watcher sent straight to purgatory. However, I was almost certain that Lilith was not a human. If she had been, Yahweh would not be as interested in her as He was.
Besides, she was mine to torment, and I was running out of things to kill. I could tell she didn’t want me to do it. The tiny moans of protest she attempted to force past her lips were proof enough of that. I watched her struggle against the ironclad grip I had on her soul, and the more she struggled, the more I wanted to slide my fingers over that perfect cunt. I wanted to see if I could make her wriggle even more for me. I felt myself grow hard beneath my shroud of shadows.
She would hate it.
A smile curled on my lips beneath my hood as I made the decision to do it. I stroked her once and watched her eyes widen in horror before I ripped away her panties. My mouth watered at the sight of her. I had seen her naked before, but at the time, it hadn’t occurred to me to defile her. I had been satisfied just watching her bleed.
This was better.
I could nearly hear her prayers. Her little terrified thoughts were begging me to leave.
Poor Lilith .
Didn’t she know I would never leave her? I plunged my finger inside of her, and the sound of her terrified moan nearly made me erupt. Why hadn’t I thought to do this to her before?
I began to stroke her and became fascinated with the twisted and conflicting emotions that rolled off her. She hated it but craved it at the same time. I watched as her nipples pebbled beneath her T-shirt, and soon she was soaking my fingers. Her arousal was sliding in rivulets down the cheeks of her plump little ass, and it took everything in me not to lean forward and catch the drops with my tongue.
Her cunt began to pulse around my finger, and I inserted another one, feeling her stretch around me. I rubbed my thumb methodically against her clit, nearly salivating at the thought of forcing her to come for me.
Her thoughts were so loud they nearly echoed through the room. She didn’t want to come, and she was actively trying not to. I laughed.
I had never spoken to her before, but I figured tonight might as well be a night of firsts.
‘You’re going to come for me, Lilith. Whether you want to or not.’
The fact that she didn’t want to meant I would never stop until she did. Finally, I succeeded. Her orgasm was so powerful. I suppose it made sense that it would be since I had killed every human male that had ever touched her.
She had stopped taking them to her bed altogether several years ago. It had been a long time since she had been stroked by anything other than her own fingers.
I made another deliciously sinister decision at that moment. She would no longer be permitted to touch herself either. Only I would be touching her until her coronation.
When I was finished wringing every last drop of pleasure from her mortal body, I released her. She asked about her cat, and I smiled. She had taken my threat from the previous night seriously .
I hadn’t harmed the cat, nor would I. There was no need, not when I had just discovered something that would hurt her even more.