Ramel was right. I had not lost myself. I had only grown to be more.
Still weak from my recent death, I blinked up at Rafael as he pushed up my dress and tore away my underwear. The angels looked on as he positioned himself against my entrance, his hand wrapped so tightly against my throat that I knew I wouldn’t be able to scream, even if I tried.
“I’m going to fuck you like the worthless whore you are, then crucify you with your bleeding cunt out for all to see,” Rafael snarled.
I tried to speak, but I couldn’t make a sound past the punishing grip he had on my throat. He slammed into me, and I tried to cry out in pain as he rammed against my cervix, but no sound came out of my mouth.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take it, you fucking whore. Take it the way I know you take Ramel’s cock.”
All sense had left him; the look in his eyes was manic as he drove into me. Humiliation, pain, and rage flooded through my chest like hellfire. How fuckingdare he!?The fact that this entitled piece of shit thought he had a right to take something from me so violently made me see red.
I was Lilith, the Goddess of Death and Decay. Even at my weakest, I was more than this spineless male would ever be.
If I could have spoken, I would have asked him if he was looking forward to losing his dick for the second time in as many days, but as it was, I was unable to deliver the warning.
The noose prevented me from wielding my magic externally, but the power of rot ran wild and free within my body.
The body that Rafael had foolishly chosen to violate.
I let my magic rage through my corporeal form and felt my lips curl into a smile as the first sickly sweet tendrils of my power wrapped around his cock. It took longer than I expected for him to notice, but when he finally did, the deafening wail he let out was music to my ears.
He suddenly released me and stumbled back, glancing down at his dick, which was already half-rotted off his body.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed, moving to lunge for me, but the rot had caught and was beginning to spread.
“That’s what you get for sticking your dick in people without their consent, Raf.” I snarled, rolling onto my knees in an attempt to get my dress back down.
“Make it stop!” he screamed as the rot continued to chew away at his flesh. I laughed bitterly.
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I would need to be able to wield my magic, which you currently have contained to my body.”
Rafael whirled to face Art, black veins of mycelium crawling up his neck under his choir uniform.
“Release her!” he screamed at Art, who shook his head.
“No. I told you not to rape her. I will not risk Yahweh’s wrath to save your idiotic ass.”
Like I would have stopped it anyway. I watched with satisfaction, and Rafael’s entire body began to decompose before my very eyes. He fell in wet, black, stinking chunks into the pillow-soft clouds that made up the dais we stood on, and I shook my head in disgust.
“Yahweh is going to hate the mess he made,” I observed dryly. He hated to have his perfect white heavenscape tainted.
Without warning, Art cracked me across the face.
“Shut up,”he snarled, grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to my feet. He manifested another golden coil and tied it around my throat, tightening it to the point of discomfort.
“I’m going to unbind your hands. If you try anything, I will choke you out. You will do exactly as I say, or I will do this with you unconscious. Understood?”
My heart sank as I looked out at the thousands of angels that stood witness. Without access to my magic, there was no way out of this. All I could do was comply. Suddenly, Yahweh manifested next to Art, looking down at the mess I had made of Raf with a sneer of disgust.
“Have I not warned you against sins of the flesh?” he sighed, as if disappointed in his creation. Art snarled.
“We don’t have time for a lecture. We need to get her on the cross before Ramel comes for her. Her magic makes him stronger, so if you want to keep the upper hand, we need to start draining her now.”
“Very well.” Yahweh snapped his fingers at the angels closest to the podium. “You two, get up here and help.”
I tried to back away as they shifted into their human forms and approached. Art yanked on the golden noose he had tied around my throat, and I cried out in pain as it burned into the flesh of my neck.
What was this thing made out of?
