Page 57 of Sinful Obsession

And I’ll have to find her all over again.

The thought is unbearable. The centuries we’ve spent apart, the lifetimes I’ve endured searching for her, clawing through the darkness just to catch a glimpse of her light—it’s a torment I wouldn’t wish on anyone, mortal or divine. And yet, it’s my reality. My curse. My purpose.

“Let’s go,” I say, taking her hand in mine. Her fingers are cold, but her grip is steady, strong. She doesn’t hesitate, following me as we turn away from the destruction we’ve wrought.

We return to the portal, its swirling darkness beckoning us home. The horsemen are waiting—Kaua, Vito, Nevan, and Ewan. They stand together, their forms still radiating the power they’ve unleashed upon the Earth. Each of them looks to us, their loyalty unwavering, their roles fulfilled.

“It’s time,” I say, my voice steady despite the weight in my chest. They nod, their expressions solemn. They know the cycle as well as we do. They are bound to it, just as we are.

We step through the portal, the familiar darkness swallowing us whole. It’s cold, suffocating, yet comforting in its familiarity. Hell awaits on the other side, a world of fire and shadows, a kingdom that is ours to rule but never truly satisfy.

When we emerge, Satan is there, his massive form towering above us, his eyes gleaming with approval. He steps forward, his presence commanding, his power palpable.

“You’ve done well,” he says, his voice a rumble that shakes the ground beneath us. His gaze shifts to Lilith, and he bows his head slightly—a rare gesture of respect. “You’ve fulfilled your purpose, my queen.”

Lilith inclines her head, her expression calm but distant. “For now,” she replies, her voice steady. “The cycle isn’t over.”

Satan chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that echoes through the chamber. “It never is,” he says. “But you’ve earned your rest. All of you have.”

With that, he turns and disappears into the shadows, leaving us alone.

The horsemen retreat to their quarters, their presence lingering but distant. It’s just the two of us now, standing in the quiet, oppressive heat of our realm. Lilith turns to me, her eyes softening, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel at peace.

“Thank you,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “For finding me. For always finding me.”

I step closer, my hand brushing against her cheek, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. “I always will,” I say, my voice low, filled with a love that words can’t capture. “No matter how many lifetimes, no matter how many cycles. I will always come for you.”

Her lips curve into a small, bittersweet smile, and she leans into my touch. “And I will always wait for you,” she murmurs. “No matter where they hide me, no matter how long it takes. I’ll always be waiting.”

We stand there, the weight of eternity pressing down on us, but for now, it doesn’t matter. For now, we have each other. For now, we are together.

And as we retreat into the shadows, into the fleeting solace of our love, I know that this moment won’t last. The angels willrebuild. The cycle will begin again. But until then, I will cherish this. I will cherish her.

Because she is mine, and I am hers.

Forever.

48 - Epilogue

Asmodeus

I wake in the dark, alone, a haunting absence where once there was warmth. The silence is suffocating, but it’s not the silence that bothers me—it’s the emptiness. I can still feel her, though, the echo of her presence deep in my bones, in the very marrow of my soul. Lilith. My queen. My love.

I close my eyes, the memory of her face, her voice, so vivid that it burns, like fire coursing through my veins. She promised me then, just before the nothingness took her, before the realm of shadows ripped her from my arms once more—“You’ll see me again in your dreams.”

Her words carry weight, a promise I’ve held onto for centuries, for eons. Each cycle, each rebirth, she slips through my fingers just when I think I’ve found her again. She’s always there, always just out of reach, like a flame flickering in the distance, dancing and teasing me with its warmth, but never enough to touch.

I had to let her go. I had no choice. The angels pulled her from me, sealed her away in their light, and I was left in the shadows, waiting.Always waiting.

But I will find her. I always do.

I shift, the dark fog of the void still clinging to my form as I rise from the ashes of what’s left of our last world. Our last fight. Another victory, another fall. Time has never been kind to us, but it has always been on our side, hasn’t it? Always.

I inhale deeply, my senses awakening to the scent of the world. The world has moved on, as it always does, untouched by the chaos that rages just beneath its surface. The mortal realm keeps turning, unaware of the forces at play behind the veil. But I feel it in the air. The cycle is starting again. I know it. I feel her. She’s close.

The first time I find her, I’ll make sure she never slips through my fingers again. I swear it.

Weeks Later

---