Sinful Obsession

38. 38 – Nevan

38 – Nevan

T he air is thick with the sound of battle, the sharp clash of steel against steel, the guttural screams of angels who thought they were prepared for this. They weren’t. None of them were. This moment, this battle, has been written in the stars for centuries, for millennia. And now, as the war rages around me, I feel the pull of it, like a hunger deep in my chest. The kind of hunger that has gnawed at my soul since the day I first tasted it. Power. Death. Destruction. It’s what I’ve craved, what I was always meant for.

And here, standing by her side— Lilith —it feels like I’ve finally come home.

I can feel the tug of the portal behind us, the dark energy calling to us like a lover’s whisper, a promise of all that awaits on the other side. I glance at her, my queen, my goddess, my reason for everything that has led me here. Her power thrums in the air like a low hum, a pulse that reverberates through my very bones. She is more than I ever imagined she would be. More than I could ever want. And yet, I’m still drawn to her like a moth to a flame, consumed by this need to protect her, to shield her from everything that stands between us and the end of the world.

I know that I am not the one who holds the key to this— Asmodeus does. But in this moment, I am something else. I am Famine. I am hunger. And I will keep her safe.

The angels are swarming now, their wings unfurling like some sick parody of grace, their swords gleaming as they descend upon us. They think they can win. They think they can stop us. They think they can keep us from claiming what’s ours.

The first of them comes at me, his sword raised, but he doesn’t have the strength to wield it. Not anymore. I don’t even have to move. I just stretch out my hands, and I feel it—the hunger that flows through me, like a river ready to burst its banks. I reach for him, feel the lifeblood drain from him as my power takes hold, pulling his essence from him in a slow, deliberate feast. His skin grows pale, his eyes dull, and the strength in his limbs falters. I hear the air leave his lungs in a rasping sigh, and I feel his energy siphoning into me, fueling my resolve.

I don’t even care about his death. I don’t care about the bodies falling all around us. All I care about is her . Lilith.

I glance at her, just for a moment, and I see the dark fire in her eyes. She is the embodiment of all that is wrong with this world, but I would follow her anywhere, anywhere she commands. I would die for her.

A sword swings at my head, and I barely flinch. I don’t need to move to avoid it. I can feel the sword’s energy long before it touches me. Another angel, more desperate this time, their wings beating frantically. But I feel the weight of their hunger, their fear, their desperation. Their strength wanes the longer they fight us, the longer they stand against us. It’s as if their very will is being drained by my power.

I can taste their pain on my tongue, feel it seeping into me like the sweetest nectar. The hunger within me grows stronger with every soul I take. And still, I stand between them and her.

I hear her voice—low, soothing, a dark command, “Nevan.” Her eyes meet mine, and there’s a flicker of something in them. Something that isn’t just a promise of power, but of something more . I don’t know what it is, but in this moment, I don’t need to know.

I move to her side, my gaze fixed on the battlefield around us. My mind is a fog of hunger, of need, but it’s focused. It’s purposeful . My eyes scan the angels, the ones who still stand tall. And I see their weaknesses. I feel their energy, their emotions, their doubt. I reach out, pulling at their essence with every breath I take. They falter, they crumble.

And they die.

But the fight isn’t over. The others are still coming. Still descending from above. And I can hear the clang of swords, the cries of battle, as the heavens themselves fall apart at the seams. But I won’t let them get to her. I won’t let them touch her.

The next wave of angels approaches, this time with more force, more fury. But I’m ready. I’m always ready. I reach out again, spreading my arms wide as if embracing the inevitable. The hunger takes over, and I feel their souls leaving their bodies, leaving them hollow and broken.

And I see her watching me. Her eyes are dark, filled with that same hunger. The same fire that burns in me. I feel the heat of it crawling under my skin as I drain them, weaken them, tear them apart. Her gaze is locked on me, her lips curling into a smile.

“Good,” she whispers. “You were always meant to be mine.”

I don’t respond. There’s nothing to say. Nothing that could be said. We both understand what this is. What we are.

I hear the sound of something sharp cutting through the air—a blade, this time aimed directly at Lilith. My heart skips a beat, but before I can act, I feel a surge of energy coming from her. She’s done this before. She’s done this so many times. She is a goddess, a queen, a force of nature.

Her hand reaches out to me, and I stop. Everything stops. The battle pauses, the sounds fading into the background as her fingers brush my face. Her touch is soft, almost tender, but I can feel the darkness beneath it.

“You’re mine,” she says, her voice a dark promise. “And I’ll never let them take you from me.”

I close my eyes, savoring the feel of her fingers against my skin. It’s a promise. A vow.

I lean into her touch, pressing my cheek into her hand, my breath shallow. “I’ll guard you until my last breath. Until the world burns to the ground, I’ll stand by your side.”

She smiles. It’s a dark, twisted smile, the kind that sends shivers down my spine. “And when that happens, you’ll be the one to carry me through it.”

I nod, knowing that the world will fall to pieces around us. The heavens will burn. The earth will crumble. And when the last angel falls, when the last breath is drawn, I will be there beside her, my soul entwined with hers.

I glance back at the battlefield, feeling the emptiness in my chest grow even darker. The portal is closer now. I can feel it pulsing in the air, a sickeningly sweet rhythm that matches my heartbeat. The others are still fighting, still tearing the angels apart, but I know it’s only a matter of time before they all fall.

I stand tall, resolute and unwavering, my life force draining, but my hunger for power and purpose growing stronger with every passing second. I can feel it deep within me. The hunger for more. For her.

And she’s right. This is just the beginning. The world will end, yes. But together, we will remake it.

And I will stand beside her until there is nothing left.

The world is ours now.