She dies before my eyes, from a vampire of all things. It’s horrific to watch, but at the same time, there’s the sick satisfaction that she’ll be mine now. Far earlier than I ever imagined, I get to bring her with me.
The vampire is about to take another bite out of her when she’s nearly gone. So I rip him off of her, and his eyes widen as I grip him by the throat.
His mouth is covered in blood, and he shrieks as I hold him in the air.
“What do you want, demon?” I forgot that he doesn’t have to breathe to live, so crushing his windpipe doesn’t affect him the same way it would a mortal.
I give him an evil grin. “Wrong, you can call me Devil if you’d like to address me.”
I squeeze his throat, and if he had a pulse, I’m sure it would be racing right now. Without further ado, I extend my fingers into claws and reach into his chest with brutal force, puncturing his flesh and breaking his ribs with ease. I rip out his heart and squash it between my fingers.
The being may have given me Lilith far sooner than I ever dreamed possible, but he hurt her, and that’s unacceptable.
As I approach Lilith, I look to the side, and as I imagined, her sister is dead. I know her soul is likely to be collected, and I groan thinking of how this might be an obstacle. I approach Lilith, her eyes glazing over as she stares across the alleyway at her dead twin.
There are two cracks of thunder, and I groan.
“Always a displeasure seeing you, Ronan,” the angel says to my reaper.
“One day, I’m going to crack those ugly little rat wings off your back, Ezekiel,” Ronan replies.
It takes a moment, but then the reaper and angel turn to look at me. I can tell Ezekiel is taken off guard, it’s been centuries since I’ve seen him. I barely give him a once over, grimacing when I think about him knowing this information. I’ve never come to Earth to collect a soul before. It would be suspicious for me to come just to collect this female.
“Lucifer, what are you doing here?” my once brother asks me as he walks over to Lilith’s twin. I sigh, thinking of the effects of one twin in heaven and one in hell. I might be a selfish bastard, but I’m not completely unfeeling.
“I don’t answer to you, Ezekiel. Take your soul and leave. Ronan,” I snap the reaper’s name, and he walks over to me. Ronan is easily one of the best reapers I have. He does his job well, never causing problems, and he never asks questions.
“Michael sends his regards,” Ezekiel says with a smirk before collecting the soul and portalling back to heaven.
“Fucking prick,” I sneer. When I find out who helped him escape Hell, I’m going to destroy their soul.
“Fucking Archangels,” Ronan growls in agreement, and I grunt.
“Can I count on your discretion on this manner?” I ask Ronan.
“Of course, my lord,” he says.
“Wonderful. When you stay in Hell, you will have a room at the manor,” I tell him, and he grins.
“I usually stick to Lust when I go to Hell, but I thank you for your generosity.” It’s no surprise that the sex club is the place he visits the most in Hell. I nod, and he looks down at Lilith before he disappears.
“Great. Now I have two fucking people to worry about,” I groan, not trusting anyone with this precious secret.
Lilith’s eyes are closed, and her neck is a mess—a nasty fucking way to go. Her body finally succumbs to her wounds.
“It’s alright, love. You’re coming home now,” I tell her as her mortal life ends and our forever begins.Again.
I see the death dagger in her lifeless hand, and I take it, putting it in my suit pocket as I reach into her chest, cradling her soul. Her soul is one of the headiest I’ve been in the presence of as I keep her close to me. Souls are soft, wispy things here on earth. A smoky shell of the once vibrant woman she was. Her soul weighs nothing, and it clings to me, knowing that it belongs to me. I don’t waste any time taking us back to Hell. Once we’re there, I can make her whole again.
While I watched her tonight, I memorized every piece of her so that I can get it right when I make her corporeal body.
I portal us to my library, and now that we’re in Hell, she looks like herself again—but less. Once you die and you’re brought to Hell, you have a form. It’s similar to your form when you were alive, but not completely. You can touch and feel when you’re dead, but everything is less—true vibrance is left behind in your mortal life. I suppose it’s part of the reason why the residents of Hell go to extremes to feel anything.
Only my most trusted demons are given fully corporeal bodies and the ability to portal to other realms, leaving Hell. All other beings are trapped here in Hell for eternity unless I deem otherwise.
I lay her form on the couch as I take the dagger from my jacket and slice my wrist. My blood immediately clings to her, recognizing her immediately. I shiver as it attaches to her and creates her anew, into something stronger and more powerful than she was in her mortal life. The magic in my blood and the power of my mind give her form.
Everything about her is nothing like I remember as I watch the magic of my blood and her soul combine. She’s naked in front of me, and I feel like I can’t breathe as I finally take her in. She’s fucking everything.
