Sinful Obsession

45. 45 - Lilith

45 - Lilith

T he battlefield falls silent. The air hums with the residual power of the portal, the stench of blood and decay thick in my lungs. The angels lie broken at our feet, their celestial light snuffed out, their attempts to stop us futile. I stand in the center of it all, the portal’s energy curling around me like a cloak, its dark tendrils embracing me as if welcoming me home.

I look at my horsemen. My warriors. My devoted apostles of chaos. Each of them is marked by their purpose, their powers heightened, their auras crackling with the raw energy of the portal. Kaua, bruised and bloodstained, his fists still clenched with the fury of war. Vito, his smirk sharp and satisfied, the remnants of his manipulations lingering in the air. Nevan, quiet and haunting, his presence still draining the life from everything around him. And Ewan, my Death, his expression calm and resolute, his touch having ended countless lives today.

And Asmodeus. My lover. My king. He stands at my side, his towering form exuding a power that rivals the portal itself. His eyes burn with pride, with adoration, and I feel his hand brush mine, grounding me, claiming me.

I am not Vienna anymore. I haven’t been for some time. That fragile, mortal girl is gone, burned away by the fires of the portal. I am Lilith now, fully and completely, and I am free .

The portal pulses behind me, its energy fueling me, giving me the strength to do what must be done. I step forward, my movements deliberate, commanding. My horsemen turn their attention to me, their eyes filled with unwavering loyalty. They are mine. Every part of them belongs to me, and I to them. Together, we will bring this world to its knees.

“You’ve done well,” I say, my voice ringing out, cold and sharp. “The angels are no more, their light extinguished. But our work is far from finished.”

Kaua grins, his knuckles cracking as he flexes his hands. “Say the word, my queen, and I’ll bring the rest of the world to ruin.”

“All in time,” I reply, my gaze sweeping over them. “The portal’s power is ours now. It feeds us, strengthens us. With it, we can unleash chaos upon the world, tear down its foundations, and rebuild it in our image.”

Vito’s smirk widens, his eyes glinting with anticipation. “Finally. A world worth ruling.”

“But first,” I say, my tone darkening, “there is a personal matter I wish to address.”

The air grows heavier, the energy around us shifting as my voice sharpens, laced with a cruelty I didn’t know I was capable of. My empathy is gone, stripped away by the portal’s power, leaving only this: a righteous, burning desire for vengeance.

“Vienna’s parents,” I say, my voice steady and ice-cold. “They made their daughter suffer. They cast her aside, ignored her pleas, left her to rot in the darkness they created. I want them to pay for what they’ve done.”

Nevan tilts his head, his gaze thoughtful. “And how would you like them to suffer, my queen?”

I step closer to them, my hands clenched at my sides. “I want them to feel the weight of their sins. I want them to know what it means to beg for mercy and to have their pleas fall on deaf ears. I want their screams to echo through the halls of Hell, unanswered and unrelenting.”

The horsemen exchange glances, their expressions darkening with understanding. Kaua grins, his teeth gleaming. “I can make that happen.”

“They will know pain,” Vito says, his tone light but edged with malice. “They’ll destroy themselves before we even have to lift a finger.”

“I’ll drain them of everything they hold dear,” Nevan adds, his voice soft and chilling. “Their life, their hope, their will.”

Ewan steps forward, his gaze meeting mine. “And when they’ve suffered enough, I’ll bring them to you. Their deaths will be yours to command.”

My heart swells with a dark pride as I look at them, my horsemen, my loyal harbingers of destruction. They would raze the earth for me, and I would let them.

“Do it,” I say, my voice unwavering. “Make them suffer. Make them beg. And when they do, make sure I can hear it.”

They nod as one, their loyalty absolute. Each of them turns toward the portal, drawing upon its energy, their powers growing even stronger as they prepare to ride forth and unleash their wrath upon humanity.

Kaua steps forward first, his fists glowing with a fiery energy that crackles and burns. “War will come to them,” he says, his voice a growl. “And it won’t end until there’s nothing left.”

Vito follows, his smirk widening as he raises his hand, his power shimmering in the air. “They’ll turn on each other,” he says. “Their minds will be mine to twist and break.”

Nevan moves next, his presence growing colder, his aura of famine spreading outward. “They’ll starve,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Of everything.”

Ewan steps last, his touch bringing a chill to the air as he brushes past me. “And in the end,” he says, his voice steady and final, “there will be only death.”

As they prepare to leave, Asmodeus moves beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “You’ve embraced your destiny, my love,” he says, his voice low and filled with pride. “You are everything I knew you would be.”

I turn to him, my eyes burning with determination. “This is only the beginning.”

He smiles, his fangs glinting in the dim light. “Then let us make it a beginning worth remembering.”

As I watch the horsemen step through the portal, their forms disappearing into the swirling darkness, I feel no remorse. No hesitation. Only purpose. Only power.

This is what I was meant to do. To rule. To destroy. To create. The world will burn, and from its ashes, we will rise.

And I will stand at the center of it all, a queen in the chaos, my lover and my horsemen by my side.

Forever.