Her eyes filled with tears, and she swallowed hard enough that I heard it. “You gave me a body to match how I felt in my soul, Lilith. I will always be grateful for that. I would never betray you. And these past few days with you have been… You’re myfriend,Lilith.Let me protect you. I promise we’ll fuck Yahweh up as soon as you have your strength back.”
A tear slid down her cheek just as Art arrived. He shifted back into his human form, looking back and forth between Jezebel and me, his brow furrowed in concern.
“Everything alright here?” he asked suspiciously, giving Jezebel a dark look.
I stared at Jezebel. I believed her. I didn’t thinkanyonewas this good an actor.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding once. “We’re good.”
Art pursed his lips but didn’t push it. “Alright, let’s get out of the hallway; we’re too out in the open.” He gestured for us to go into the bedroom.
I turned the knob and stepped into the room that had become so familiar over the past few weeks to find Rafael leaning against one of the bedposts.
I froze.
“Hello, Lilith,” the angel said, his voice dripping in venom. “I’ve been waiting for you.
Alexa, play‘Kool-Aid’by Bring me the Horizon
“You’re the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I’ve been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego.”
—- DEAN WINCHESTER, SUPERNATURAL
If I hadn’t been pushed so far past my limits, I would have never considered coming up against Yahweh. However, the god had forced me so far beyond my breaking point that there was no going back.
“You don’t want to do this, Ramel,” Yahweh warned, and I laughed, the power of Lilith’s blood leaking through the handle of the scythe and blending with my own magic. For the first time in my long and miserable life, I wondered if Lilith had always made sure I had everything I needed to take this asshole out.
I guess we were about to find out.
“Oh, but I very much do.” I grinned. The energy was humming through every fiber of my earthly body. “Let’s see if I can make God fucking scream,” I hummed, before unleashing the wild energy that was coursing through me.
It was as if time stopped. The thin stone that made up the gothic arched windows lining the hallway crumbled beneath the might of my magic. The shockwaveof pure rot that exploded from me annihilated every angel Yahweh had taken with him through the hole in the veil.
Yahweh himself was forced to retaliate. I had never seen Yahweh in battle before, and even I took pause to marvel at the terror of his magic.
He breathed life into the rubble around us, and I watched in awe as the angels that I had reduced to piles of rotted gore changed into a fleet of sentient animals. Foxes, wolves, and even a rhino rose from the ashes and charged toward me. With a swipe of my scythe, I took their lives, and their empty bodies fell back into a state of decay before they could reach me.
When his creations made of flesh and bone were not enough to overcome me, he spun the rubble that had fallen around us into living beings made of stone. These monsters took the form of man and launched themselves at me without hesitation.
“Fuck!” I snarled as the rock golems rushed me. I melted into the decay at my feet, manifesting behind Yahweh and away from his stony soldiers.
God was laughing now. With another wave of his hand, more objects sprang to life and attacked me. A chandelier released itself from the ceiling, and I was forced to decompose the massive amount of crystal into fine white spores moments before it could crush me.
While I was busy fighting off a slew of inanimate fucking objects, Yahweh called the rotting remains of his angels and animal carcasses to himself in a spinning vortex of flesh and sinew.
I watched in horror as he stitched his creations together to form one massive breathing monster. The thing was all skin and eyes. Feathers expanded from unnatural crevices, and several mouths gargled in pain, exposing mismatched teeth as it rolled grotesquely toward me.
I had the distinct impression that the creature was in too much pain to make the conscious effort to attack—it was just acting on instinct. Its thrashing was a product of the unimaginable agony it must be experiencing.
Yahweh was watching me with an unhinged smile on his many faces, clearly waiting to see what I would do.
I swiped my scythe through one of the stone golems, cutting through its torso. It fell in pieces before me, seeming to die before my very eyes. I narrowed my eyes at the stony corpse.
Had it just been animated or… truly alive?
“I amGod,Ramel. When are you going to understand? I am the creator. I breathelifeinto the world. If I will it, it will be so. You cannot stop me. You stand no chance.”
I was horrified. These thingswerealive. They had thoughts and feelings, and Yahweh had created them with the sole fucking purpose of attacking me. I workedto cut down another one of the stone golems while Yahweh’s Frankenstein monster let out a spine-tingling screech from one of its many mouths.
