Page 56 of Sinful Obsession

His words echo in my mind, and something inside me responds. I have never been more alive than I am now, standing here with him, watching the world fall apart. It doesn’t matter that the angels will rebuild. It doesn’t matter that there will be other cycles of destruction. I have tasted power, tasted darkness, and now I am bound to it. There is no going back.

“I want them to suffer,” I say, my voice icy with finality. “Vienna’s parents. I want them to feel everything they made her feel. The agony, the helplessness. Let them scream for mercy, but never receive it.”

Asmodeus looks at me, his eyes dark with approval. “Done,” he says. “Their suffering will be as endless as the cycle itself. We will make them feel the weight of eternity, of every moment they took from you. They will beg. They will plead. And they will never escape.”

A dark smile twists my lips. This is what I was born for. This is my purpose—my destiny. I am Lilith, the queen of Hell, theone who was cast aside, only to rise again and bring ruin to all. And with Asmodeus by my side, we will bring about the end of everything.

“The cycle never ends, does it?” I murmur, more to myself than to him.

“No,” Asmodeus replies, his voice soft now, almost tender. “It never does. But with you, my love, we will make it ours. We will shape it to our will.”

I feel the weight of his words settle on me like a cloak, wrapping me in something dark and eternal. I am his, and he is mine. And together, we will create and destroy, over and over again.

The world around us continues to burn, but it’s not just destruction I feel now. It’s creation, too. Every moment of violence, every scream, every death—they are all part of a new beginning. I see it now, as if the cycle of creation and destruction is a dance, a never-ending waltz that we are destined to lead. We are the darkness that makes the light shine brighter, the end that brings about the new beginning.

And I embrace it.

I turn my gaze back to the sky, watching as the heavens themselves begin to crack, the stars dimming beneath the weight of our power. The angels will come again, I know. They will rebuild, they will fight, and they will be driven by a need to stop us. But they will fail. They always do.

With a smile, I close my eyes and let myself feel it—the power, the destruction, the eternal cycle that we are bound to. I feel no fear, no doubt, only a sense of purpose. This is what we were born to do. This is why we exist.

Asmodeus’ hand tightens around mine, and I feel the heat of his touch, the warmth of his love. His presence fills me with a sense of fulfillment, a sense of completion. We are one, bound by our love, our power, and our destruction.

“We will never stop,” I whisper. “Together, we will never stop.”

And as we stand there, watching the world burn and knowing that it will rise again only to fall once more, I know one thing for sure: The cycle will continue. But it will always be in our hands.

The end is just the beginning, and we are the ones who will shape it.

48 - Asmodeus

The Earth trembles beneath our feet, a world undone by chaos and destruction. Fires rage in the distance, their smoke curling into the heavens like black tendrils of defiance. The screams of humanity, once so sweet to my ears, now feel muted, their echoes fading beneath the light—the angels’ counterstrike.

I can feel it, the sickening, familiar pull of their power. Waves of light ripple through the land, spreading like an infection, undoing everything we’ve wrought. The Earth, scarred and broken by our hands, begins to heal. Cities rise where ruins once stood. The charred remains of forests sprout new growth. The cries of the dying soften, replaced by a growing calm.

The angels are rebuilding. They always do.

“Do you feel it?” Lilith asks beside me, her voice steady but sharp with tension. She stands tall, her silhouette outlined by the fiery glow of the destruction we’ve caused. Her dark hair whipsaround her face, her eyes glowing with power—a queen in the midst of ruin.

“Yes,” I reply, my gaze fixed on the horizon where the angels’ light creeps closer. “They’re undoing our work. Faster than before.”

“They’re stronger,” she mutters, a bitter edge to her tone. “Stronger than the last time.”

I glance at her, my chest tightening. She is radiant, a goddess of darkness, her presence commanding, unstoppable. But beneath her confidence, I see the truth—the same fear that festers within me. The angels are growing stronger, their strategies more cunning, their resolve unyielding. Every time they rebuild, they learn. Every time they hide her from me, they make it harder to find her.

And one day, I might not.

That thought festers in the pit of my stomach like poison. I’ve searched for her through countless lifetimes, across the stretches of eternity. I’ve always found her, always brought her back. But the angels are clever, their light insidious. They know what she means to me. They know how to keep her from me. And if they succeed...

“I’ll find you,” I say, my voice low, fierce, as I turn to face her. “No matter how long it takes, no matter what they do, I’ll find you.”

Lilith meets my gaze, her expression softening. For a moment, the weight of her power slips, and I see her—the woman she was before the portal, before the chaos, before the destruction. The woman who loves me, who fights for me, who would burn the world for me just as I would for her.

“You always do,” she whispers, her hand brushing against mine. “But Asmodeus... what if next time... what if next time is different?”

“It won’t be,” I say firmly, though the doubt gnaws at the edges of my mind. “It can’t be.”

She doesn’t answer, her gaze drifting to the angels’ light as it draws closer. The pull of the portal tugs at us, subtle but unrelenting. We don’t have much time left. Soon, we’ll be forced back into Hell, the cycle beginning anew. The angels will rebuild, the balance of the universe will be restored, and Lilith will be hidden away once more.

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