Sinful Obsession

42. 42 – Lilith

42 – Lilith

T he air around us vibrates with the force of the portal’s power, its energy crashing against the walls like a relentless tide. Shadows twist and writhe in every corner, taking on forms both monstrous and beautiful, dancing in reverence for what is to come. The ground trembles beneath our feet, fissures spreading outward like veins of molten energy. I can feel the weight of eternity pressing down on me, heavy and intoxicating.

And then, through the portal, he steps into the mortal world.

Asmodeus.

His form is impossibly large, yet he seems to fill the room without crowding it, his presence all-consuming. He is cloaked in darkness, the edges of his form melting into the shadows like he is one with them. His features are both grotesque and beautiful, as if the very essence of his being refuses to settle on a single form. His skin gleams faintly with an otherworldly sheen, his eyes burning with an eternal, flickering fire. Horns curve elegantly from his head, and his wings—vast and leathery—spread out behind him, casting the room in shadow.

He is magnificent. Terrifying. Perfect.

I cannot move. My chest tightens as I take him in, the air stolen from my lungs by his sheer presence. This is the true form of the being I’ve loved across lifetimes, the demon I’ve fought and bled for. And as his gaze falls on me, all-consuming and filled with something dark and pure, I feel my knees weaken.

The horsemen fall silent, their power subdued in the presence of their king. Kaua’s ever-present feral grin softens, his hands lowering as if to offer respect. Vito tilts his head, his smirk gone, replaced by a look of reverence. Nevan watches with a keen, calculating intensity, and even Ewan—my Death, so unyielding—lowers his gaze slightly, his respect evident.

But Asmodeus isn’t looking at them. He is looking at me .

“Lilith,” he says, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that fills the space and seeps into my bones. It is a voice that commands, that consumes, but when he speaks my name, it softens, becoming something almost gentle.

I cannot speak. My throat feels tight, my words caught somewhere between fear and awe. But I do not need to. Asmodeus moves toward me, his steps slow and deliberate, the ground shaking faintly with each one. The shadows seem to part for him, bowing in his wake, and the heat of his presence envelops me like a storm.

When he reaches me, he stops, towering over me yet making me feel as though I am the only thing that matters in this shattered world. His hand reaches out, clawed yet elegant, and he takes mine, his touch both cold and burning.

“You have freed me,” he says, his eyes locking onto mine. “You, my queen. My goddess. You defied Heaven and Hell to bring me here, to stand by my side once more.”

His words wrap around me like a caress, and I can feel the truth in them. The love. The devotion. It is overwhelming, consuming, but I do not flinch. I do not look away.

“I would do it again,” I whisper, my voice trembling but resolute. “A thousand times, in a thousand lifetimes.”

His lips curve into a smile, dark and dangerous, yet filled with something so profound it makes my heart ache. “And I would wait for you, through every one.”

He pulls me closer, his hands resting on my waist as he lowers his face to mine. His breath is warm against my skin, and the fire in his eyes burns brighter. “You are mine, Lilith. And I am yours. Now, always, and forever.”

I nod, my hands trembling as they reach up to touch his face. His skin is smooth and warm beneath my fingers, his power radiating through every inch of him. “Always,” I echo, my voice steady now.

And then he kisses me.

It is not a soft kiss. It is not gentle or tender. It is fierce and consuming, a clash of fire and shadow, of darkness and desire. His lips claim mine with an urgency that borders on desperation, his hands pulling me closer until there is no space left between us. I can feel his power seeping into me, mingling with my own, creating something stronger, darker, unstoppable.

The world around us seems to fall away. The tremors of the portal, the distant sounds of battle, even the presence of the horsemen—it all fades into nothingness. There is only him, only us, locked together in this moment of absolute, unbreakable unity.

When we finally pull apart, his forehead rests against mine, his breath mingling with mine as the fire in his eyes softens. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smile, my fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I think I do.”

The moment lingers, charged with a quiet intensity, before the world crashes back into focus. The portal behind us roars with power, its energy spilling into the room and rippling outward. The air grows heavier, hotter, as the true apocalypse begins.

The horsemen step forward now, their power building as they take their place beside us. Kaua’s eyes gleam with an unrestrained hunger for battle, his fists clenched and ready. Vito’s smirk returns, his confidence radiating as he surveys the chaos. Nevan’s presence grows darker, his aura of famine spreading like a shadow across the ground. And Ewan... Ewan stands tall and unyielding, his touch of death lingering in the air like a promise.

This is it. This is the moment we were made for. The end of the world. The beginning of ours.

Asmodeus pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me as his wings spread wide, casting us in shadow. “Let it burn,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Let it all burn.”

And as the first flames lick at the edges of the portal, I smile.

We will burn it all. Together.