Page 51 of Sinful Obsession

“I would do it again,” I whisper, my voice trembling but resolute. “A thousand times, in a thousand lifetimes.”

His lips curve into a smile, dark and dangerous, yet filled with something so profound it makes my heart ache. “And I would wait for you, through every one.”

He pulls me closer, his hands resting on my waist as he lowers his face to mine. His breath is warm against my skin, and the fire in his eyes burns brighter. “You are mine, Lilith. And I am yours. Now, always, and forever.”

I nod, my hands trembling as they reach up to touch his face. His skin is smooth and warm beneath my fingers, his power radiating through every inch of him. “Always,” I echo, my voice steady now.

And then he kisses me.

It is not a soft kiss. It is not gentle or tender. It is fierce and consuming, a clash of fire and shadow, of darkness and desire. His lips claim mine with an urgency that borders on desperation, his hands pulling me closer until there is no space left between us. I can feel his power seeping into me, mingling with my own, creating something stronger, darker, unstoppable.

The world around us seems to fall away. The tremors of the portal, the distant sounds of battle, even the presence of the horsemen—it all fades into nothingness. There is only him, only us, locked together in this moment of absolute, unbreakable unity.

When we finally pull apart, his forehead rests against mine, his breath mingling with mine as the fire in his eyes softens. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smile, my fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I think I do.”

The moment lingers, charged with a quiet intensity, before the world crashes back into focus. The portal behind us roars with power, its energy spilling into the room and rippling outward. The air grows heavier, hotter, as the true apocalypse begins.

The horsemen step forward now, their power building as they take their place beside us. Kaua’s eyes gleam with an unrestrained hunger for battle, his fists clenched and ready. Vito’s smirk returns, his confidence radiating as he surveys the chaos. Nevan’s presence grows darker, his aura of famine spreading like a shadow across the ground. And Ewan... Ewan stands tall and unyielding, his touch of death lingering in the air like a promise.

This is it. This is the moment we were made for. The end of the world. The beginning of ours.

Asmodeus pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me as his wings spread wide, casting us in shadow. “Let it burn,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Let it all burn.”

And as the first flames lick at the edges of the portal, I smile.

We will burn it all. Together.

43 - Asmodeus

The portal’s energy courses through me like a dark, relentless tide, filling every inch of my being with power that has been denied for too long. It is a reunion with my true self, the culmination of eons of waiting and watching, and it surges through the air around us, shaping the chaos I’ve longed to unleash.

The horsemen, my allies and instruments of destruction, now radiate with the force of their true selves. Each of them is an embodiment of apocalypse, and I, Asmodeus, stand at the center of this storm, my Lilith by my side.

I can feel her exhilaration, her newfound strength and confidence, as her laughter echoes softly behind me. She is a goddess of destruction, a queen at my side, and the sight of her—eyes glowing with power, lips curled into a dark smile—only fuels the darkness within me.

I turn my gaze to Vito first, the embodiment of Conquest. He strides through the halls of Briarwood with a smugconfidence, his every step radiating influence. The guards and staff, once regimented and loyal to their angelic overlords, are now consumed by his power. I watch as their expressions twist, jealousy and rage overtaking reason.

One guard turns on another, screaming accusations of betrayal, and they begin to claw at each other, their fists colliding in blind fury. A nurse nearby, trembling with envy over something as insignificant as a stolen glance, picks up a metal tray and bashes it against her colleague’s head with a scream. Vito’s laughter fills the air, his smirk growing wider as the chaos he sows takes root.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, my voice low and full of approval. “Let them tear each other apart.”

Vito turns to me briefly, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “It’s almost too easy,” he says, his voice dripping with venom. “Humans are always on the brink of destruction. All they need is a push.”

As if to punctuate his point, another wave of discord ripples through the institution. The once-sterile halls are now stained with blood and screams, the pristine white walls splattered with the results of Vito’s influence.

Further down the corridor, Kaua barrels forward like an unstoppable force of nature. War incarnate. His fists collide with walls, desks, and bodies alike, each blow leaving destruction in its wake. The fire in his eyes burns brighter with every step, his grin feral as he revels in the chaos. His movements are raw and unrestrained, each swing of his fists carrying the weight of a thousand battles.

I watch as he grabs an orderly by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease before slamming him into the floor. The crack of bones reverberates through the air, and Kaua’s laugh follows close behind.

“This place was far too orderly,” he growls, his voice like the rumble of thunder. “Now it feels alive.”

“Alive?” I say, smirking as I approach him. “Or closer to death?”

He meets my gaze, his grin widening, and nods. “Both.”

Nevan’s power, though quieter, is no less devastating. His presence alone is enough to rot everything around him, a creeping hunger that devours life itself. The air grows colder as he passes, and I watch as the food trays left abandoned in the chaos crumble to dust, the flowers in the decorative vases wilting and falling apart. Even the guards who manage to stand against Vito’s influence falter as Nevan approaches, their vitality draining from their bodies.

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