Page 53 of Sinful Obsession

The angels begin to falter, their ranks thinning, but they are stubborn. They keep coming, their light burning brighter as if to compensate for their dwindling numbers. Michael leads them, his blade slicing through the air as he charges toward me.

I brace myself, but before he can reach me, Asmodeus intercepts him. Their clash is a sight to behold—light against shadow, celestial against infernal. Asmodeus moves with a predatory grace, his claws deflecting Michael’s blade as they circle each other.

“You’re a fool to think you can stop us,” Asmodeus says, his voice a low growl. “This is her destiny, Michael. And you will not take it from her.”

Michael’s eyes blaze with defiance. “I will not let you destroy this world.”

“Destroy it?” Asmodeus laughs, his claws slashing through the air. “We’re going toremakeit.”

I can’t help but smile as I watch him fight, his power and presence a perfect match for mine. He is chaos incarnate, and together, we are unstoppable.

But Michael isn’t the only threat. More angels surge toward the portal, their desperation growing. I raise my hands, summoning the portal’s energy, and unleash it in a wave of darkness that sends them reeling. They scream as the shadows consume them, their light snuffed out like candles in a storm.

Behind me, the horsemen continue their assault, their powers tearing through the angels with ease. The once-pristine halls of Briarwood are now a battlefield, littered with bodies and drenched in chaos.

And I? I revel in it.

This is what I was made for. To stand at the center of destruction, to command my forces, to be a queen in the chaos. I turn my gaze to Asmodeus, who meets my eyes as he drives Michael back, his movements fluid and precise.

“Lilith,” he says, his voice a dark caress even in the midst of battle. “This is your moment.”

I nod, stepping forward, the portal’s energy wrapping around me like a cloak. The angels falter as I approach, their light dimming under the weight of my presence. I am no longer Vienna. I am no longer mortal. I am Lilith, queen of the damned, and this world will bow to me.

And as the last of the angels fall, their light extinguished, I turn to Asmodeus, my smile dark and triumphant. “It begins,” I say, my voice steady and commanding.

“Yes,” he replies, his eyes burning with pride and love. “And together, we will end it.”

The battlefield falls silent, the portal roaring behind us, and I know that this is only the beginning. Together, we will tear this world apart. Together, we will reign.

45 - Lilith

The battlefield falls silent. The air hums with the residual power of the portal, the stench of blood and decay thick in my lungs. The angels lie broken at our feet, their celestial light snuffed out, their attempts to stop us futile. I stand in the center of it all, the portal’s energy curling around me like a cloak, its dark tendrils embracing me as if welcoming me home.

I look at my horsemen. My warriors. My devoted apostles of chaos. Each of them is marked by their purpose, their powers heightened, their auras crackling with the raw energy of the portal. Kaua, bruised and bloodstained, his fists still clenched with the fury of war. Vito, his smirk sharp and satisfied, the remnants of his manipulations lingering in the air. Nevan, quiet and haunting, his presence still draining the life from everything around him. And Ewan, my Death, his expression calm and resolute, his touch having ended countless lives today.

And Asmodeus. My lover. My king. He stands at my side, his towering form exuding a power that rivals the portal itself. Hiseyes burn with pride, with adoration, and I feel his hand brush mine, grounding me, claiming me.

I am not Vienna anymore. I haven’t been for some time. That fragile, mortal girl is gone, burned away by the fires of the portal. I am Lilith now, fully and completely, and I amfree.

The portal pulses behind me, its energy fueling me, giving me the strength to do what must be done. I step forward, my movements deliberate, commanding. My horsemen turn their attention to me, their eyes filled with unwavering loyalty. They are mine. Every part of them belongs to me, and I to them. Together, we will bring this world to its knees.

“You’ve done well,” I say, my voice ringing out, cold and sharp. “The angels are no more, their light extinguished. But our work is far from finished.”

Kaua grins, his knuckles cracking as he flexes his hands. “Say the word, my queen, and I’ll bring the rest of the world to ruin.”

“All in time,” I reply, my gaze sweeping over them. “The portal’s power is ours now. It feeds us, strengthens us. With it, we can unleash chaos upon the world, tear down its foundations, and rebuild it in our image.”

Vito’s smirk widens, his eyes glinting with anticipation. “Finally. A world worth ruling.”

“But first,” I say, my tone darkening, “there is a personal matter I wish to address.”

The air grows heavier, the energy around us shifting as my voice sharpens, laced with a cruelty I didn’t know I was capable of. My empathy is gone, stripped away by the portal’s power, leaving only this: a righteous, burning desire for vengeance.

“Vienna’s parents,” I say, my voice steady and ice-cold. “They made their daughter suffer. They cast her aside, ignored her pleas, left her to rot in the darkness they created. I want them to pay for what they’ve done.”

Nevan tilts his head, his gaze thoughtful. “And how would you like them to suffer, my queen?”

I step closer to them, my hands clenched at my sides. “I want them to feel the weight of their sins. I want them to know what it means to beg for mercy and to have their pleas fall on deaf ears. I want their screams to echo through the halls of Hell, unanswered and unrelenting.”

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