#lillith writes

[dolls-self-ships]

NEED a Lucifer x reader fic inspired by The Nanny where the reader is like Fran Fine and nannies for a 14 y/o Charlie and Lucifer is Maxwell

[ieatcocoa]

A Lasting Impression ♡

Characters: Lucifer/OC/Lilith

Switching POVS

Word count: 3.2k

Important: 18+ minors do not interact. fem dom! Lilith, sub top! Lucifer, fem!reader, threesome, fingering, open relationship, penetrative sex, teasing, oral sex, character uses she/they pronouns.

I made this for a close friend of mine, his OC’s name is Ciel, and she is an overlord in the underworld.

Literally, my first time writing smut…so…

Boarder credits to plutism !

The eternal crimson light radiates above Pentagram City. It illuminates among crumbling sidewalks whose jagged edges are nearly as sharp as a local thief's blade, leaving behind twisted shadows that linger longer than the pungent odor of regret and sex. Dried blood sticks to any available surface, acting as the only reminder of a being's existence after being viciously gored. The light is a terrifying symbol of one's vulnerability to death, where a person's entire being is stripped down to its core and made visible to their true self.

Most hide away as best they can to maintain their sense of seclusion. Stability.

It would be a lie to suggest Ceil is not among them. She has always found solace in the darkness. That is only natural, as it was the first thing she saw when she entered hell. Many assume that when you meet your demise, you are rudely dropped into a flaming inferno and forced to live out the rest of your days as a helpless slave to the man himself. However, after Ciel's final breath and the way the cold air felt against their blue lips, everything became numb. She seemed caught between time and space, followed by an endless nothingness. They imagine it was their punishment to be alone, with only encounters from the depths of her memory bank. But then there came a light, similar to the one she bears witness to before her…

Nestled in the heart of the city's junction, the enormous white and gold estate is a beacon of splendor and charm. Its pristine facade, adorned with intricate golden accents, shimmers under the gentle caress of moonlight, casting a mesmerizing glow that enchants all who behold it. It's almost absurd that something so heavenly is here. As expected, its inhabitants are the embodiment of grace and delicacy.

Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.

Every sinner knows them, regardless of how recently they have 'dropped.'

Respect is difficult, yet even the meanest brutes can bite their tongues when graced by royalty. Ceil longs for that kind of authority. Talk of the town is like a never-ending telephone game, misconstrued or added on for flare. When others became aware of her presence, there was an unprecedented wave of rumors, specifically in the Pride ring.

That may be why they were invited during their daily tea hour with Rosie. The beautifully sealed envelope exudes an aura of grandeur. Its seal, meticulously stamped with the emblem of the hosting organization, adds an air of exclusivity and importance to the contents within. As they run their fingers along its smooth surface, they can almost feel the excitement radiating from within, promising an evening of elegance.

The king and queen had invited her to their home.

To their party.

To them.

Ciel knew she couldn't pass up this opportunity, which is how she ended up here. Within the walls of the magnificent mansion, the gala unfolds like a scene from a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow over the exquisitely decorated ballroom. Elaborate floral arrangements adorn every corner, their vibrant hues adding to the lavish surroundings.

Guests, fitted in their finest attire, mingle amidst the grandeur, their laughter and conversation filling the air. Servants move gracefully among the crowd, offering trays of decadent hors d'oeuvres and glasses of fine champagne.

At the center of the room, a raised dais hosts a band of talented musicians, their melodies weaving through the crowd with allure. The music swells and dances, carrying with it an irresistible energy that beckons guests to the dance floor.

That’s when she saw them.

The royal pair attracts attention with their elegance and poise. The handsome man with the tousled blonde hair was the first to catch their eye. Despite his stature, his presence fills the room with undeniable charisma. His rosy cheeks hint at his jovial nature, while his piercing eyes sparkle with intelligence.

Beside him is his counterpart, a tall and remarkably gorgeous woman with olive-toned skin that sparkles in the mellow candlelight. Sculpted with refinement, cascading waves of dark hair frame her delicate features.

Together, they epitomize the perfect balance of strength and grace, their union symbolizing harmony and unity within the royal court. As they engage in conversation, their easy rapport and shared laughter illuminate the room, captivating all who have the privilege of beholding them.

Ciel is held hostage by the image of such a delicacy. If she had not been able to feel the gazes of other bystanders, she would have drooled like a starving animal or a dunce.

Amidst the crowd, Lucifer notices the young woman seated alone at a table, her presence a calling to him. He approaches with a stride and a knowing smile on his lips.

As he reaches her table, he offers a drink with a courteous nod. She meets his eyes with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, her demeanor guarded yet intrigued by his attention.

“Hello there, a drink?” The champagne in his hand sparkles tauntingly as Ciel takes hold, giving it a small taste. “Why thank you.”

Lucifer takes a seat beside them, manuring ever so gracefully that his pristine tailcoat tucks perfectly underneath him. “Are you that new face I’ve heard so much about? I must say, you are much less intimidating in person.” The mild jazz playing in the background does not drown out his voice.

"Mm, it seems I am; my name is Ciel. Take passing conversations with a grain of salt, as they are often misconstrued.”

“I see.”

“And what about yourself? You’re not at all what the book makes you out to be.” Ciel looked at him carefully, a gentle smile gracing their lips. Lucifer’s bushed brows shot up in amusement. “I understand an introduction is not needed! How grand! Are you pleasantly surprised I’m not some horrid beast?”

“Would it be wrong of me to say yes?” She teased.

Funny. He likes that.

As the night wears on and the champagne flows freely, they are drawn together by shared laughter and lighthearted banter. Their eyes sparkle with mischief as they exchange playful quips and witty remarks, the intoxicating effects of the bubbly heightening their sense of camaraderie.

With each passing moment, their inhibitions fade, replaced by a growing sense of desire. Their laughter becomes more animated, and their touches linger a fraction longer, igniting a subtle yet undeniable spark between them.

However, amidst their playful flirtation, a shadow of guilt tugs at the overlord's conscience. She steals furtive glances towards his wife, who converses amiably with an acquaintance just a few feet away. Summoning her wit, she offers a sly remark, "Your Majesty, your charm is as dangerous as it is delightful. I fear I may be getting swept away in a current where I shouldn't be swimming."

The king's demeanor momentarily gives way to a thoughtful silence, his expression becoming unreadable as he weighs the words. For a fleeting moment, the air between them crackles with tension, as if suspended in anticipation of his response.

Then, with a subtle shift in his countenance, his features softened, and his eyes were alight with a glimmer of delight. With measured grace, he leans in slightly. "Ah, my dear, perhaps it is the allure of the forbidden that makes life's dance all the more thrilling."

Hm…

“A beauty she is.” Ciel sighs as their eyes drift across the captivating woman again, no longer masking her words with subtlety.

“Lilith? Indeed.” He responded.

“How would she feel about her husband chatting up a stranger?”

“Is this not a social event? Conversation is the pinnacle, sweetheart.”

“Conversation maybe. Flirting is not.” Ciel quips back.

“Ah ha! I see now. Is that what is bothering you? Lilith is not ignorant of my proclivities; in fact, she welcomes them with open arms!” He expresses himself gleefully, animating with his arms outstretched.

“It still feels wrong to be this friendly behind her back.” The once sweet fizz of the drink now burned unpleasantly at Ciel's throat. There is a beat of silence.

“Would you like for us to all get better acquainted?”

How could they deny an offer as sweet as that?

The ascent up the grand staircase is a haze. The soft glow of candlelight flickers against the walls, casting intricate shadows that sway with every movement. As they reach the top of the stairs, the air becomes thick with suspension.

Is this the appropriate thing to do?

Scents of jasmine linger in the air, mingling with the heady aroma of musky cologne, creating an intoxicating allure that pulls Ciel forward, ceasing any previous doubts.

Guided by the faint sound of murmured voices, she stands before the elaborate doors of the king and queen's private bedroom. The wood is warm beneath her fingertips as she pushes them open, revealing a sanctuary of luxury beyond.

The inside of the room is bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a halo around Lucifer and Lilith as they recline upon the plush bed. The queen's eyes are alight with a playful spark, and her voice is a melodic whisper as she welcomes them into their intimate domain. With a graceful gesture, she invites her to join them, her words laced with a subtle invitation that ignites a flicker of desire within Ciel's chest.

“No need to be shy, lovely. Your presence is much appreciated.”

Time feels as though it were moving through a thick puddle of molasses. Lingering touches dance along Ciel's skin; the feeling is so overwhelming that a soft whine escapes her lips. It was not her intention to come and seduce the most prominent individuals in the underworld, but she was pleased with the outcome. Little did she know, the feeling was mutual. Lucifer watches from a distance, his eyes ablaze with tension, his demeanor poised yet brimming with desire.

He knew it was not his turn.

He knows to wait patiently.

His gaze never wavers as he observes the exchange between Ciel and his goddess, a silent witness to the unfolding tableau of intimacy. With a tender smile, Lilith reaches out, her fingers grazing Ciel's cheek in a gesture of affection. In that brief touch, a current of electricity courses through, heightening the intensity of the moment. “I've heard so much about you; please forgive me. I just needed to see you for myself.” “You’re much prettier in person.” And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lilith leans forward, her lips meeting theirs in a gentle yet impassioned kiss.

In that stolen moment of intimacy, the world outside fades away, leaving only the desperation of her and Lucifer, who watches with bated breath, his need now mirrored in the depths of his eyes. He can feel the distinctive strain against his pants.

All three let out short huffs as they hastily dropped their garments. It was too hot, too sticky. Ciel sought comfort in the cold air wafting throughout the chamber, being able to feel herself slip away in the confinements of pleasure. The only thing that drew her back was the distinct ticking of the grandfather clock.

“How do you feel?” Lilith is imbued with a sultry allure, carrying like a whispered caress throughout the air.

The duvet that was once neatly tucked into the soft mattress below was now thrown aside by the movement of bare bodies. Lilith has them right where she wants them. Their legs spread prettily enough for her to see the glimmer of the slick coat along her fingers. Ciel's cunt flutters greedily as the skillful fingers push inside once more. A mewl escapes her lips as she tries to form coherent thoughts. It was all too much. The tips of her fingers press snuggly against the sensitive tissue, making her chase for more.

It’s to no avail.

Each time she experiences that wonderful feeling, it is abruptly taken away, leaving her bewildered and dazed.

“Confined.” Ciel manages to sputter out after the loss of Lilith's touch. “I understand that, darling. What do you seek?” Lilith asks as she presses against her soft and sticky walls once again. She hisses, annoyed by the teasing. With a sharp retort poised on their lips, they muster the courage to respond with a sly remark, hoping to regain control of the conversation. “Release.”

But as the words leave their mouth, a wave of instant regret washes over, like a cold shower extinguishing the fire of their defiance. They realize too late the weight of their words and the potential consequences of their impulsive retort. Lilith's mouth curls into a grin as she makes a disapproving sound with her tongue.

No.

“Greedy thing.”

Please!

Ciel finds themselves consumed by an insatiable desire for her touch once more. Every fiber of their being yearns for the electrifying sensation of her fingers against their skin, aching for the pleasure it brings. Her voice trembles with intensity as they plead, their words an impassioned request for her return. Lilith coos gently, wiping away the salty tears that collected at their lash line. A forgiving queen she is. “Shh shh… I’ll ask you again.“

A murmur echoes within the room, laced with an ethereal appeal that holds them transfixed. "What do you seek?" With trembling breath, they confess their deepest longing, their voice barely a whisper, “Power.”

“Good girl.”

The stretch of Lucifer’s cock lacked the familiar, painful ache Ciel was accustomed to. He glides inside smoothly and bottoms out fully. Lilith’s preparation had made it easy; a puddle of arousal coats the underside of their body. Never in his life would he compare the beauty of another to his love, but this one? This one was making it increasingly difficult. Her walls had him entrapped, earning a low groan from him. So soft, even the jagged stitches that etched across her body felt gentle. His pulse flutters as he drags an earnest finger over the raised skin. He could not explain the growing impulse that rose within him, as he frequently acted on it. Lucifer presses a long kiss on the scar at the junction of her navel. “You’re doing so well, taking me so well.” He softly murmurs while pressing his finger against her sensitive nub, causing Ciel to cry out. His pace quickens and the sound of skins hitting against one another grows in passion-filled intensity.

Ciel's muffled squeak was met with the sweet taste of Lilith, a mixture of nectar and lust. The mound, so snuggly pressed against her lips, flutters with need. “Sweetheart—!” Lilith whimpers.

What a beautiful voice.

Ciel had no time to enjoy the sweet sound as Lucifer's rhythmic hip movements clouded her mind. She could hear the distinctive sound of lips meeting one another in a feverish haze. So passionate. They feel a sense of awe and reverence wash over them as if witnessing a sacred union that transcends mortal understanding.

“I love you.”

It was not said to her, though the effects were all the same. Ciel wailed loudly as their hips stuttered, their orgasm rushing over them so hard it left a dull pulse within. He groans in response to the connection between the inseparable duo becoming tighter. He presses his hands against her thighs, massaging the sweat-coated fat in between.

“You’re okay, lovely. I got you.”

The smooth exchange between the two leads Lilith to rush after her release; she can feel the coil inside snap. Coming down from her high duey sweat beads at her forehead, she was satisfied.

Ciel yearns for the snug embrace of Lucifer, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. It took a moment for her to gasp for breath before her eyes trailed downward. He hadn’t cum.

She could cry.

Lilith, ever so perceptive, notices their discomfort and moves to reassure them. She offers a warm and understanding smile as she softly touches their cheek. "How precious. Do not be troubled, my dear." She says softly, her voice a soothing melody amid their turmoil. Drawing them up into a tender embrace, the queen whispers words of reassurance, her voice a balm to their wounded pride. With her gentle guidance, Ciel begins to feel the weight of embarrassment lift from their shoulders. “This is not your doing. Luci requires a little extra attention.” She gently pulls Ciel aside, then lays her husband down.

He had waited patiently, so who was she to deny his release?

Ciel peeks in marvel as she kisses him up his jaw, her fingers gripping his cock securely and slowly pumping it while cooing.

“My dove?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you feel me?” With that, her free hand glides three fingers into his inviting hole, delicately pumping in and out. She receives no response; instead, Lucifer lets out a pitched whine, and he puffs out a strangled breath. To see someone as significant as him come undone so effortlessly made the familiar warmth of yearning pool in Ciel's gut.

“Are you paying attention?”

In their oblivious state, she fails to register the question, their mind preoccupied with the grandeur of the moment. Her laughter fills the air, quickening their heart with realization. A rush of warmth floods their cheeks as they finally comprehend the implications of the words. With an impish glint in their eye, Ciel teasingly inches closer to her, their movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

How ironic.

Hearts race with excitement at the audacity of their actions. “Whatever for, your majesty?” With a charming smile, the queen leans closer, almost meeting lips for another kiss. How she wishes she could taste her once more, the flavor forever grained into her mind. This was no mistake. She is thankful for the rumors, the yearly gala, and the chance to savor such a delight.

The air surrounding them thickens as Lucifer moans once more before cumming, and the sticky remnants drip from her fingers as she brings them up to Ciel's mouth. They do not hesitate to suck, and the taste is as sweet as hers. Heavenly.

“Why for our next rendezvous, of course.”

Author's Note: thank you so much for reading ! If anyone is here for an update on my Alastor fic I'll be working on it soon enough! Let me know if anyone wants a variant version where it's x gn reader. much love! p.s my ask box is open pls come talk with me.

[chiconisroc]

Chapter 13 "Hope In Hell"

Chapter 13 is up for "Hope In Hell" : D, a Hazbin Hotel, Adam redemption fanfic~

Let me know what ya all think : )

Thank you for the following peeps for reading through things, and providing feedback, I appreciate you three <3:

@lunareader @oxblooddraws @kar-mamin

And thank you for all who have been supportive to this story : )

Summary for new peeps:

Adam awakens as a fallen angel, a sinner in hell, cast away by the angels who had once claimed to ‘treasure’ him. Thinking there is no way back to heaven, he just wants to drown in resentment and spiral toward self-destruction.

Of course, there is no way Charlie is going to let that happen, even when a dangerous enemy is ready to strike soon.

[story-weavr]

AU where Angel escaped Hyperion:

Would she and Clay make a good couple?

I think the idea of two people who know blood doesn’t necessarily make a family forming a family together is really sweet.

Plus I think Angel would be delighted and fascinated by the plant and animal life.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Okay, but, like, why did season 7 go with the whole "Zorro? I didn't even know he was a dragon?" bit when The Dragon (a sorcerer who turns into a literal dragon and who literally said he was searching for his long lost daughter) was right there?

[copiousloverofcopia]

💋🎄Another holiday letter done...

This time one from beloved Primo to his Prime Mover Lillith ❤️‍🔥

Thank you so much @primoslapdog for letting me write this for your OC. 🥰

(full text below the cut)

La mia dolce colomba,

I apologize that I must communicate with you this way. That being said, I hope this letter finds you well and that the ghoul I sent it with did not dawdle. I was fortunate enough to send one of Secondo's, they tend to be a bit more responsible than the fratellinos'.

In any event, I must inform you that I have been summoned to a few meetings this afternoon that are, regrettably, unavoidable. I hope you are not too cross with me for missing lunch.

I am looking forward to celebrating with you this evening however. What are we celebrating you might ask? Well gattina, tonight we celebrate you. You deserve it, and honestly, it is long overdue. You've been working so hard all year, I feel it is time we take a moment for you to divulge.

You know little one, I praise Lucifer every day for blessing this old man with such a beautiful young woman in my life. A young woman who I am so very proud of. I have enjoyed watching you blossom right before my eyes, your emergence as part of the Clergy has truly been a sight to behold.

I have been unable to stop thinking about you since I did the morning pruning. The softness of the petals reminds of that delicate spot along your inner thigh. Oh dolce lucifero, how I love kissing you there. Feeling your legs quiver as I run the back of these calloused hands over them. Even now the memory of it calls to me.

I could not be more upset that I must wait to have you. You are the most precious thing in the world, my beautiful Prime Mover. Never forget that Lillith, never.

If I am able to sneak away, maybe later you will allow me to embrace you in our garden—otherwise until tonight.

-Papa Emeritus I

[noxthesleepymoodyoverthinker]

The Collector & The Great Titan: The Owl House (Theory: Possibly Past Allies?)

OK, I completely get that The Collector, despite the extremely brief appearance, is absolutely terrifying.

Not because of anything he does so far, but because of what he can do (and has no qualms about doing).

Never mind that he makes monster Philip, AKA Belos, go splat without a smidge of effort.

Or that he MOVES the moon to end the eclipse!

But, I seriously hope he doesn't become something to be put down or trapped again in Season 3. Because he seriously feels just like a mini-child-god who has no concept of how terrifying he is and the difference between playthings and people. It does not feel malicious in the slightest. And I was honestly horrified for him at how giddily happy he was to get out of that mirror and have a playmate/friend.

Sure, I might also be grasping at straws here, but he also never actually destroyed Belos, just basically flicked him away with zero effort, despite the betrayal. And the moment King reminded The Collector of their promise, he did actually, immediately, hold up his end of the bargain and stop the draining spell.

On another tangent, is there perhaps a chance that -- like Belos made everyone believe over decades that wild magic was what the Titan was against -- The Titan and The Collector might have actually been friends, or at least allies, in the far past? But then, after they disappeared, some people, like the Titan Trackers, came to believe that The Collector hunted Titans?

I admit, that, after the episode "Echoes to the Past", after theories abounded that what the Titan could be fighting here in the mural was something The Collector made or did -- or The Collector himself -- I was sure too that The Titan and The Collector were natural enemies.

Not to mention, The Collector's appearance in Eda's dream in "Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Hooty's Door".

Who'd ever think he was anything but a Big Bad after this episode? As in, the person who likely trapped The Owl Beast into a curse, or created the curse in the first place.

And after "Edge of the World", with the Titan Trappers saying their entire purpose was hunting and killing Titans, apparently in the footsteps of "The Great Huntsman" (who we all figure was The Collector), it definitely feels like The Collector could be nothing but a villain -- and possibly the reason that The Great Titan even died?

And I was aaaaaaalllllllll aboard this theory -- until The Collector was freed by King from the mirror and I saw the way he behaved. He was terrifying, sure -- but in the way you'd be terrified of a toddler if he got hold of a very sharp knife and ran like the wind with it (except here, you're not really worried for The Collector's personal safety. That "knife" of his is definitely more dangerous to others. And he knows how to use it).

But, when I was checking out screenshots and images from "Echoes to the Past", I noticed this:

This is the entrance to where King was born. Look at the stars -- or sun, even -- around the symbol King wears as a necklace. And the moons, while full instead of crescents, could also be related to The Collector (as stars and crescent moons seem to be his motif). Besides, look at the motif on one half of The Collector's robe in Eda's dream...

(I don't know about you, but that seems to be the sun on one side, a motif that looks a lot like that multi-pointed sun or star on the dome of the entrance to King's birth-cave/lair.)

Now, why would this motif be on King's birth-lair if The Collector and The Great Titan were enemies? And for that matter, Lilith proved that this island was nowhere on the map, and she's a historian and explorer who's scoured most of The Boiling Isles both out of interest and to complete whatever Belos told her to do while she was working for them.

However, Eda just accidentally stumbled upon this place when she needed shelter. And it doesn't appear that anyone else has ever found this place since -- or before -- either. And the second time they go there, it's only because of King that they find the island at all.

Now, King finding the place is logical -- his blood probably allowed him entrance. And the others could follow because they were with him. But Eda? She was alone. She should have no way to find this island. What possible connection could she have had to King before she'd even met him?

Well, how about her Owl Beast curse? And what's connected to her Owl Beast form that's established from her dreams? The Collector! And allowing someone or something with a connection to The Collector to enter your child's cave if you were sworn enemies seems sus, don't you think? But what if they weren't enemies, but friends? Makes a lot more sense then, doesn't it?

(Now, as with any theory, this could totally be off. But I do think it's a possibility.  😄  What do you think?)

[glitchyk]

Panic attack went burrr

…Stupid

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

Missing my girl hours, might do a silly and work on chapter 2

[ratgingi]

dangling charlie and lillith in front of all of you like oooo these two are so normal and sane u love them so much ooooo

[antihibikase-archive]

Cheren growing up barely remembering his family. Barely remembering his mother, who he knew sang to him. His mother, who he was said to look like, and was thought to embody. His mother, who gave her omelette recipe to Hilbert's and Bianca's mothers, so that Cheren wouldn't forget what his mother's cooking tasted like.

His father, though often busy, taught him how to garden. Taught him what berries are good for. Helped him practice the habit of keeping a berry pouch on his person at all times.

Cheren barely remembers what his parents are like, outside of the stories told to him by his friends' parents, and what he sees of his father in the media.

[lostsoulsandmutineers]

The time I ran

Once I stole weed from my mother and packed a bag of monster energy (the white kind) and razor blades and cash and my journal, and I took off running across rooftops, sometimes jumping from building to building and sometimes missing, falling a hundred feet to bounce off the moon and rise back up. I cut more than skin with the razors, slicing up my soul into neat ribbons to braid back together. The cash was burned to keep myself warm, igniting my eyes and giving me glimpses of Hell, where I flashed peace signs at the devil and winked at Lillith. My journal and the monster energies were abandoned next to the train tracks. Bits of my body and memory were left behind as well.

[angelstraiqhtfromhell]

i need a good, long primo fic where reader is overstimulated & about to have a meltdown, so i can read it when i’m overstimulated & about to have a meltdown and not feel so alone.

[theburiedgold]

[regina-daemonium]

The fall

Still working away on my other two long-running stories, but sometimes my mind wanders already towards possible future story ideas.

Below a loose draft of a bit of writing, I hope to give wings within a new story. When I finally finish the ones I am currently working on that is.

Forged from the purest of celestial irons, the Archangel white with splashes of gold and blue armour would shine as radiant as the brightest morning star whenever he took flight. Now it was dull with dirt, dented and covered with a crimson hue. The blood, some of his brethren, but most of it his own as Lucifer fell from the heavens clawing at his own wings to hasten his fall.

Wings, one by one, fell away as the Archangels ripped them from his back. Six, ones pure white wings now turning ashen as they drifted down in a furry of blood and feathers. A deep dark green mist forming around them, keeping them together as they now made their own decent.

Lucifer did not care as he fell faster and faster into the darkness of hell. Nor did he hear the sudden strangled cry from within the swirling green fog. All he thought about was to try and catch her.

To save….

her.

A broken angel plummeting, her arms stretched out up to the heavens, towards the ones she loved. A ones curious, always smiling face, now twisted in pain, arrows burrowed deep within her broken wings. All the young angel ever wanted was to love and be loved. Tears of sorrow now streamed down her paling cheeks, her long silver locks tangling in the winds. The ground now close, she shut her eyes, a prayer for her brothers to be safe upon her dying lips.

Arms wrapped around her, a gentle touch. The young angels wings, ones white now slowly disintegrated, as they touched the devils ground. A soft smile filled out Lilith face as she looked up her eldest brother with love and tenderness. Set gently down on the ground, cradled in his arms, Lilith no longer felt the pain, nor heard the raging battle as a calmness settled over the dying angel.

Anger cast off like he had cast of his wings, Lucifer gently wiped a strand of hair from his sisters face. Jet black eyes staring into those of emerald green, eyes that ones sparkled with live, now slowly dimming with each laboured breath.

“I love you my sister, for now and eternity”, Lucifer whispered before placing one last kiss on Lilith's forehead. Tears filled the ones revered Archangel eyes, hanging for a breath at the fallen angels lashes, before rolling down the now newly born demons cheeks.

“Don't be sad my sweet brother, you tried", Lilith's voice sounded so soft, her fingers cold against his damp wet cheek. “It's OK” she whispered. “Just hold me and remember all the fun we used to have.”

Lilith's fingers lifted higher, a soft content sigh passed her dry cracked lips as she trailed her fingers though his raven hair.

It made Lucifer think back on the times he would lay with her in the meadows, how his little sister would run her fingers through his hair with one hand while pointing up at the clouds with the other as she told him what she saw in them.

The meadows was where Lilith would braid daisies, crowing Mammon head with them. Where she would dance, kicking up the dandelion seeds with Leviathan. Where she would roll down the hills in a giggling fit with the twins. Where she would sing, her voice so beautifully matched with Asmodeus as they gave voice to their newest song.

“Lucifer you must promise me...”

His fingers curled round hers, leaning in closer, her voice now so faint it was barely more than a faint whisper.

“Promise me that you will take care of them…”

Staring up the dark sky, Lucifer prayed for what would be the last time, begging his father to safe her his beloved sister, to take his live instead. But there was no answer but the echoes of a dying battle, the drips of his own tears falling.

Lucifer felt Lilith's hand slip away, as he watched with growing grief her eyes fluttered shut, never to open again. The mask of death slipping slowly over her face.

“Please”, he whispered one last time into the darkness. Closing his eyes, Lucifer sent out his prayer to anyone that would listen. “I'll do any for her to live.…”

Would you?

Would you swear an oath to me Lucifer, become mine if.... If I where to saved her?

Eyes snapping open, the black replaced with furious red, Lucifer stared up into the golden eyes of the demon now standing before him. The question hung heavy in the air.

Lucifer had started the war today to save his sister from getting wiped out of existence, all because of a mistake she had made fuelled by her love towards the man that had captured her heart. But his rebellion had been brewing long before, Lilith had just been the tipping point. His desire to be free, for all to be free to follow their dreams like his sister had, to no longer follow blindly the rules of heaven had spurred the Archangel on. He had been foolish, even prideful perhaps, to think he could have won the battle.

And now, he was given a choice, give up his freedom in exchange for his sister's life? To be bound again, this time not as a servant of heaven, but to the future Demon king of hell?

[moonlightmused]

Femme Fatale:

Drag me Under

A Curse of Lust beyond what appears natural easily tempts me as a curved and sculpted body silently calls out for my touch.

Her pink, welcoming lips whisper a silent Desire for mine. I stare into icy grey-blue eyes that pull me in, coaxing me to drown in them as they pierce through me sharper and more complete than Cupid’s finest arrow.

A quiet woman, with a voice that could Charm the demons right out of Hell, leans in close and with bated breath I inhale her scent, wild and sweet, as if meant just for me — like Lillies and pine.

Her soft voice in my ear Beckons me to Fall into her strong but careful arms. I Fall hard and complete, my heart and stomach fluttering like ten thousand hummingbirds indulging in the first sip of spring nectar.

And so I indulged. I closed my eyes and her lips met mine, first soft and careful, then deeper with Passion and Craving. Little did I know with every sweet exchanged inhale she was sucking me in, Consuming me with every touch.

My soul and body became hers to bend and writhe and play and take even my breath away. And so she bent and played and I writhed and gasped. I fell deeper and deeper as she slowly dragged me down with every kiss until she completely took me Under and when I awoke from my ecstasy soaked spell, I realized slowly, she dragged me through the multiple pits of hell.

July 2022