Sinful Obsession

44. 44 - Lilith

44 - Lilith

T he air is a cacophony of screams and battle cries, the portal’s dark energy pulsing like a living thing. It feeds me, wrapping around my body, surging through my veins until I am drunk on its power. Briarwood is unrecognizable now—a fractured husk of what it once was, overrun by chaos and destruction. I stand at the heart of it, the portal at my back, Asmodeus at my side, and my horsemen wreaking havoc around us.

The sound of wings slicing through the air draws my attention, a sharp, almost melodic hum that pierces the chaotic symphony. The angels descend, their radiant forms a stark contrast to the darkness we have unleashed. Their weapons gleam with celestial light, and their faces are set with grim determination.

I smile. Let them come.

They aim for the portal first, their movements swift and calculated. I see Michael among them, his eyes blazing with righteous fury as he raises a blade of pure light. His voice cuts through the din like a sharp wind. “Seal it! Do not let them escape!”

Seal it? As if they could.

I step forward, my hand outstretched, and the portal pulses in response, its energy flaring outward like a protective shield. The angels falter, their forms dimming slightly as the portal’s darkness pushes back against their light.

“Not today,” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous.

Asmodeus moves beside me, his towering form casting a shadow over the angels. His laughter is a deep, resonant growl, filled with amusement and menace. “They always think they can win,” he says, his eyes locked on Michael. “And they are always wrong.”

The angels charge, their light searing against the darkness, and the battle erupts.

Vito is the first to move, stepping into the fray with a smirk that borders on cruel. He raises a hand, his power rippling outward in invisible waves. The angels hesitate, their movements faltering as their wills bend under his influence. I watch as one angel turns on another, his celestial blade slicing through his comrade with precision. The betrayed angel lets out a scream that is both human and inhuman, a sound that echoes in the air like shattered glass.

“Divide and conquer,” Vito says, his tone mocking as he steps closer to his next victim. “It’s almost too easy.”

Kaua is a force of nature, a storm of rage and destruction that cannot be contained. He charges into the angels with a roar, his fists colliding with their radiant forms. Each punch lands with a sound like thunder, their light dimming under the sheer force of his blows. He grabs one angel by the wings, tearing them apart with a sickening crack before slamming the body into the ground.

“Fight me!” he roars, his voice echoing through the battlefield. “Come at me with everything you’ve got, or don’t bother coming at all!”

Nevan is quieter, his presence less overt but no less deadly. He moves through the fray like a shadow, his aura of famine spreading outward. The angels weaken as they approach him, their strength draining from their bodies, their movements slowing. One angel raises her blade to strike him, but her arms falter, her weapon falling from her grasp as she collapses to the ground, her once-radiant form now dull and lifeless.

“You can’t fight hunger,” Nevan murmurs, his voice a soft, haunting whisper. “It consumes everything.”

And then there’s Ewan. My Death. He moves with a grace that is almost beautiful, his steps deliberate, his touch lethal. Each angel he encounters falls with a single, silent touch, their bodies crumbling into ash before they even have a chance to scream. He is unyielding, unrelenting, a force that cannot be stopped.

The angels begin to falter, their ranks thinning, but they are stubborn. They keep coming, their light burning brighter as if to compensate for their dwindling numbers. Michael leads them, his blade slicing through the air as he charges toward me.

I brace myself, but before he can reach me, Asmodeus intercepts him. Their clash is a sight to behold—light against shadow, celestial against infernal. Asmodeus moves with a predatory grace, his claws deflecting Michael’s blade as they circle each other.

“You’re a fool to think you can stop us,” Asmodeus says, his voice a low growl. “This is her destiny, Michael. And you will not take it from her.”

Michael’s eyes blaze with defiance. “I will not let you destroy this world.”

“Destroy it?” Asmodeus laughs, his claws slashing through the air. “We’re going to remake it.”

I can’t help but smile as I watch him fight, his power and presence a perfect match for mine. He is chaos incarnate, and together, we are unstoppable.

But Michael isn’t the only threat. More angels surge toward the portal, their desperation growing. I raise my hands, summoning the portal’s energy, and unleash it in a wave of darkness that sends them reeling. They scream as the shadows consume them, their light snuffed out like candles in a storm.

Behind me, the horsemen continue their assault, their powers tearing through the angels with ease. The once-pristine halls of Briarwood are now a battlefield, littered with bodies and drenched in chaos.

And I? I revel in it.

This is what I was made for. To stand at the center of destruction, to command my forces, to be a queen in the chaos. I turn my gaze to Asmodeus, who meets my eyes as he drives Michael back, his movements fluid and precise.

“Lilith,” he says, his voice a dark caress even in the midst of battle. “This is your moment.”

I nod, stepping forward, the portal’s energy wrapping around me like a cloak. The angels falter as I approach, their light dimming under the weight of my presence. I am no longer Vienna. I am no longer mortal. I am Lilith, queen of the damned, and this world will bow to me.

And as the last of the angels fall, their light extinguished, I turn to Asmodeus, my smile dark and triumphant. “It begins,” I say, my voice steady and commanding.

“Yes,” he replies, his eyes burning with pride and love. “And together, we will end it.”

The battlefield falls silent, the portal roaring behind us, and I know that this is only the beginning. Together, we will tear this world apart. Together, we will reign.