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I turn to the others, and their expressions say everything. Awe. Fear. Devotion. Even Asmodeus, who has known me across lifetimes, looks at me like he’s seeing me for the first time.

“Lilith,” Ewan says, his voice low and reverent.

I nod, stepping toward him, my movements fluid and deliberate. “She’s gone,” I say, my voice steady. “Vienna is gone. And now... I am who I was always meant to be.”

He watches me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I wonder if he’ll say something more. But then he nods, his gaze softening. “I’ll follow you,” he says. “Wherever this leads.”

I smile, my hand reaching out to cup his face. “I know you will.”

I move to the others, my presence commanding as I take each of them in turn. Kaua’s feral grin widens as I touch his shoulder, and Nevan bows his head slightly, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. Vito’s smirk returns, but there’s a new glint in his eyes, one of pure devotion. And Asmodeus... he steps closer, his form solidifying as his hand brushes against mine.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice full of pride. “Just as you were always meant to be.”

I nod, turning back to the portal. It shudders violently now, the cracks spreading and glowing with an otherworldly light. The words I spoke still linger in the air, and I can feel the final barrier breaking.

This is it. This is the moment.

The portal bursts open, its energy flooding the room in a blinding flash of light and shadow. The ground shakes beneath us, and I feel the weight of eternity settle over me.

I am Lilith. And the world will never be the same.

41 - Lilith

The words spill from my lips like venom, laced with ancient power and a weight that makes the air around me tremble. The final syllable reverberates through the room, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. Then it happens.

The portal shudders, and a crack of fiery energy slices through its center. It splits wide, spilling Hell’s essence into Briarwood in violent, pulsating waves. Shadows leap and twist, stretching unnaturally along the walls, their jagged shapes distorting as if alive. The once-sterile white halls are devoured by creeping darkness, the pale fluorescence replaced with a dim, blood-red glow.

It is beautiful.

The energy is intoxicating, a heady rush that makes my pulse race and my skin tingle. I can feel it—the power of Hell, the very essence of destruction and chaos, seeping into every corner of the building. The walls groan under its weight, cracks spideringacross their surfaces as if the structure itself is trying to recoil from the darkness.

Behind me, the horsemen stir, their reactions primal and raw. The portal’s energy pulses through them, awakening something deep within—something ancient, something terrible.

Vito is the first to change. His form straightens, his eyes blazing with a golden light that burns with the hunger of conquest. He clenches his fists, and I swear I can feel the ripple of his will bending the very air around him. The smirk on his lips is dangerous, full of promise and inevitability.

“This,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction, “is what we were made for.”

Beside him, Kaua’s transformation is even more visceral. His body tenses, his muscles coiling like a predator about to strike. His hands flex, and the energy rolling off him is violent, barely contained. His eyes are alight with the primal urge for battle, his teeth bared in a grin that is more feral than human.

He looks at me, and I see the fire in his gaze, the promise of destruction. “This world is going to burn,” he growls.

Nevan’s change is subtler, but no less chilling. His touch leaves a trail of decay, the very floor beneath his feet withering to ash. The light around him dims, as if his presence alone is enough to snuff out vitality. His expression is calm, almost serene, but there is a quiet hunger in his eyes—a hunger that cannot be sated.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he says softly, his voice carrying a note of reverence.

And then there’s Ewan.

He stands at the edge of the portal, his figure cloaked in shadows that seem to ripple and shift with a life of their own. His eyes are dark, endless voids that draw in the light around him, and his very presence chills the air. Death radiates from him, a cold, inevitable force that cannot be denied.

“We’re complete now,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine.

I step forward, feeling the power of the portal wash over me in waves. It wraps around me like a lover, familiar and all-consuming. The final transformation has begun. The last vestiges of Vienna, the fragile mortal I once was, burn away, replaced entirely by Lilith—the queen of Hell, the mother of chaos, the harbinger of ruin.

I lift my hand, feeling the energy coil around my fingers like smoke. The horsemen watch me, their gazes filled with awe and devotion. They are no longer just men; they are avatars of destruction, embodiments of the apocalypse.

“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice laced with power.

Vito steps forward, his smirk widening. “I’ve been ready for centuries.”

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