Without removing his teeth from my chest, Ramel’s hand found its way between my legs. He growled angrily when he found me bare. He rolled his eyes up to meet mine, and the rage I saw there was for what Rafael had tried to take for himself.
“He’s dead. I unmade him,” I soothed my demon. He released my breast and wrapped his hand around my throat as he rose up over me. He pulled his cock out of his Reaper’s shroud and lined himself up with my entrance.
“This ismine,”he hissed, and I nodded, swallowing against the tight grip of his hand.
“Yours,” I confirmed, and he slammed into me. I screamed as he pulled out and thrust back in. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the fact that he was alive. He was inside me. I had him back, finally.
“Eyes open, Lilith,” he growled as he continued to pump in and out of me. “I want you to look me in the eyes while I fuck you.”
My eyes flew open, and I did as he asked. With the hand that wasn’t wrapped around my throat, he reached between us and began to stroke featherlight circles around my clit. I whimpered at the contact. The contrast between the gentle touch of his fingers and the ruthless strokes of his cock sent my body into a confused cacophony of ecstasy, and I found myself immediately on the edge of oblivion.
“Come for me. Come for your nightmare, Lilith. Show me how much you love being haunted,” he ordered. He had been training my body for weeks to come on his command, and I couldn’t resist it, even if I wanted to.
I came apart, breaking open for him and screaming his name as he spilled himself into me.
With an angel, a demon, and a god as our witness, we consummated our love and claimed the dominion of Heaven as our own.
We had both died that day, but I had never felt more alive.
“Love never dies.”
—DRACULA, BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA (1992)
“That was hot as fuck,” Gabriel commented as I pulled out of my wife and helped her to her feet. I spun up a shroud of shadows for her, replacing her torn Samhain dress and marveling at how much she looked like her old self.
My memories of existing outside my body were already fading, but I remember fighting with everything I had to keep my soul from disintegrating. I had ruthlessly clung to Lilith, refusing to allow whatever external force had been calling me to the void to take me away from her. How they had managed to get me back into my body, I had no idea, but I had a feeling the screaming God of Creation that was strung up to a cross in the distance had something to do with it. I looked at Lilith, unable to tear my eyes away from her. She had ascended and seemed to be glowing with a new sort of vibrance.
Despite her now inky hands and the undeniably potent cloud of power that rolled off of her, when she smiled, there was still the hint of the human Lilith peering back at me through those moss-green eyes. The adorable innocence that I had fallen in love with during our time together on Earth had not been erased with her ascension, and I found myself even more addicted to her than I had been before.
When I awoke in the kiln, I was overcome with an insatiable thirst for her, and I immediately knew that I, too, had been changed forever.
Whatever metamorphosis my body had gone through when I drank her blood from the Fountain of Death seemed to have been permanent.
I kissed the puncture wounds I had left on her neck softly, licking them clean with my tongue. The thirst had been quelled for now, but I knew it would return. I was no longer sure I would be able to survive without regular access to Lilith’s blood. This was something she and I would need to discuss. I had never been dependent on something for survival before, and the concept should have frightened me. However, as unnerving as that fact was, I didn’t regret it. The sheer power and energy that coursed through me when I was fully sated with her life force was unparalleled.
I felt invincible and nearly high on her power, and I found myself looking forward to my next opportunity to sink my teeth into her gorgeous white flesh.
Looking around Heaven, I smirked to myself at the devastation. The clouds were no longer white but an angry, stormy gray. Yahweh’s hidden hallways and rooms had been flattened in my rage. I had destroyed his armies, and Shemhazai and Gabe had the asshole crucified to his own cross.
Whoever said violence wasn’t the answer had been wrong as fuck. Vengeance was sweet, and the sight of Yahweh strung up like a gutted pig made me so happy I could barely form words.
Wrapping my arms around the hips of my wife, I smirked at Shemhazai.
“Thank you, Hazai.” I grinned at him, knowing he had been the one to figure out that I had found a way to linger long enough for them to save me. He just chuckled.
“Don’t thank me. I can’t fuck Lilith without you, I had to bring you back.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes.
“Please. We both know you would pass away from boredom if I ever truly died.”
He clapped me on the back, squeezing my shoulder gently as the four of us slowly made our way to the bloody bridge back to Hell.
“Don’t fucking die on me again, asshole,” he muttered, quietly enough that only I could hear.
“Not planning on it,” I affirmed with a nod as we crossed the bridge back to Hell. Shem snorted.
“I’m sure you weren’t planning on it this time either, yet here we are. I can’t believe you let fuckingArtget the drop on you.”
I scowled and flipped him the bird. “I was a little preoccupied. I had just murdered an entire army of fucking angels, and then this little Hell Queen told me she loved me for the first time in four thousand years.” I smiled down at my tiny brideand kissed her temple as I guided her toward the gates. “You wouldn’t have made it past the fucking bridge.”
