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so-no-feint · 2 years ago

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Painted in Red (Lilith x Reader)

Hi all, after having the brainworms for Diablo 4 for a while I really wanted to write something like this :) I hope you all enjoy.

Content: Lilith x Reader, violence, dubcon kissing, descriptions of blood, biting Words: 7.1k After being ambushed by Lilith's forces while investigating demonic activity under order of the Cathedral of Light, you wake up a prisoner, the Daughter of Hatred your captor. No amount of training could prepare you for what she had planned.

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The first thing you feel when you come to consciousness is pain. Twisting, excruciating pain, exploding across your chest. You don’t have enough energy to open your eyes, so you decide to focus on breathing instead. You crawl through your memory, trying to find where everything went wrong.

The Cathedral of Light had heard whispers of demonic activity in the west, and decided to investigate. At the behest of Prava, you and several other commanders were instructed to organize squads and march to the last reported site of activity.

Upon arrival, the first thing you had noticed was how wrong the atmosphere felt. This place should have been temperate. Some of the finest drink in the region originated from here. And yet the sky was dark and churning, almost violent. The flora that you could identify looked wilted. Life itself seemed to have been sucked from the earth, and as your fellow captains took note, your grip tightened on your spear.

Being high up in the Church afforded you luxuries not seen by the common soldier — embossed armor bore the mark of the Cathedral, providing both ample comfort and a powerful defense. Your holy weapons, forged on blessed anvils, almost hummed with their purity. But nothing could be created to defend your mind against its own worst enemy: fear.

You heard several of the men behind you begin to fall behind as whispers broke out among them. You almost couldn’t blame them. Most of the common knights Prava had sent with you hadn’t seen anything resembling battle outside of drunken brawls in the late hours of the night on Kyovashad’s streets; the mere thought of demons was likely shaking them to their core.

You held up your hand and turned to face them.

“Men. You must believe in the Light. We have been blessed by Inarius and the Light to remove scourge from this land. Remember your honor, your faith. We press forward.” You took note of the deep breaths your words inspired, calming and reassuring the young soldiers.

And so you and yours continued on, until one man fell to his knees.

The squad leader next to you turned, marching towards the fallen soldier who was clutching his head in his armored hands. Was he… trembling? Your senses heightened as your heart began pumping into overdrive, sending adrenaline coursing through your body.

The soldier removed his helmet. His eyes were missing the spark you expect to see in a man of faith. It was then that his voice reached your ears, loud enough to hear through your helmet.

“She is here. She is come. She is here. She is come.”

Stabbing your weapon into the ground, you closed the distance between the two of you in three massive steps — not a difficult feat for you. Part of your election as commander was due to your physical stature. You towered nearly a head over most. Your body was covered in muscle, scarred and burned by the fifteen years of combat you had seen.

Those fifteen years hadn’t prepared you for what was about to come. And those soldiers who didn’t have that experience were afraid.

Clutching his face in your hands, you shouted through your helmet at the soldier.

“Who is coming!”

“Our… Mother.”

Any remaining words were drowned in the blood that began pouring from his orifices and he collapsed to the ground.

The third commander reacted quickly. “Formation C, now!”

Training took over as the remaining men formed a defensive circle around you all. Searching the horizon yielded nothing, except — had the sky always been this dark?

And then you remember a flash of red light, and screams. Horrific, piercing screams. And then darkness.

Now, sitting against what seemed to be a stone wall, with your hands chained above your head, you managed to blink open your eyes.

There was nothing holy here.

Viscera was scattered in varying corners of the room, whose only light shined through several iron bars dotting the top of the wall. You spotted another captain, his armor pierced through. He was dead.

Nearly overcome with anger and fear, you managed to still yourself and began to think of escape. Tugging on the restraints proved useless; they were bolted directly into the stone above you and offered no movement. You were flexible enough to get your feet under you, but trying to stand to was futile — your torso protested and you collapsed back to the ground with a scream. You’d been injured sometime between blacking out and being taken to this dungeon. A seven inch gash across your armor exposed your bare chest as fresh blood began to seep from the wound.

That scream caught something’s attention, and a solid iron door across the room swung open. Whatever walked in wasn’t human, and you wracked your brain, poring over the mental notes you’d made over the years of different demons. What was it? Wings, exposed skin, long hair, she was almost…

A succubus. It was a succubus.

Your eyes narrowed and you bared your teeth, ready to defend yourself against her attacks that never came. Instead, she hissed at you and left the room with the door ajar.

The encounter had stirred a body from stillness in another corner. It was one of the soldiers, his eyes bloodshot and heavy. He made eye contact with you, mouthing words you could not hear.

You called out to him. “Speak up, knight!”

He took a deep inhale before trying again, and you barely caught pieces of his speech. “-her … she is — Queen — coming,” he uttered, before his head fell backwards and his chest grew still. You cursed every deity you could think of. Queen? Which Queen? And of what?

Heavier footfalls echoed outside the door as their owner walked down the hallway towards your cell. Footfalls and… the dragging of chains?

Your previous questions were answered as soon as you caught first glimpse of who had entered the room with you. So that’s what he had meant by ‘Queen’.

The Daughter of Hatred, Queen of the Succubi, the ‘Mother’.

Lilith.

The demon stood in the doorframe, her presence commanding every cell in your body to give into fear and anguish. But you were strong. Inarius himself had given you his divine blessing to protect against such incursions into your mind.

She extended her wings, spanning nearly the width of the room, and raised them to block the light coming in from outside. Here in this blackness, the only light came from her multicolored eyes. It was a sinister light, a devious one. Lilith had plans for you.

“I see that our…” She paused, glancing over at the dead soldier, “sole survivor has wakened from his slumber,” she spoke. Her voice was as smooth as the finest spirits you had drank. The words emanated from her, enveloping you in a near-suffocating embrace. You shook your head in protest.

“The Light protects me, demon. You hold no power over me.”

Lilith clicked her tongue and stepped towards you. As she drew closer, you noticed a long, thin tail dragging along the floor behind her. Spikes extended from its tip as it rattled along the stones in her path. She had gotten close enough to nearly stand directly over you.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, little Light. Who is protecting you here now? Certainly not your Inarius. There is no light here,” she said, her lips curled into a sneer. “There is only me.”

Lilith’s tail had moved, poising itself to the side of your face. She brought it down on your cheek in some twisted caress you could only assume brought her delight.

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you, yet. Answer my questioning, and I might let you live.” She stepped back, and the spikes on her tail dragged down your cheek, cutting it open. Lilith smirked at your pain as she stepped out, leaving you with a new cut and in complete silence.

Your eyes flicked open once more as the door rattled before flying open. Two of Lilith’s succubi were standing at the entrance; one holding a key, and one holding what looked to be a plate?

You almost laughed at the idea. Lilith, the Daughter of Hatred, taking care of a prisoner? You might as well be dead already.

That ‘idea’ was anything but. The two drew near, and the one holding the plate set it aside for the moment, before stepping onto your outstretched legs and holding you still. Her skin was colored like ruby and her green eyes pierced through into your soul. You looked away, gritting your teeth as her clawed feet tightened their grip on your armored joints, causing the metal to groan. The second reached above your head to the chains holding your arms in place, brushing her upper thigh against the throbbing cut Lilith had given you the day before.

Were they trying to taunt you?

The shackles fell loose, and for a brief moment, the one standing on you relaxed. Ignoring the pain in your chest, you swung your arms with wild fury, catching the closest succubus in the navel. She collapsed to the floor heaving as you tried to push the one on your legs to the side to no avail. The surge of energy died as the pain exploded again, and you leaned over to vomit or pass out. You weren’t sure which your body would choose.

You didn’t have to.

The succubus standing on you held her foot high, kicking square into your head as your skull cracked against the stone behind you, and you fell to the floor barely clinging to consciousness. The two succubi whispered amongst each other, and one left. You aren’t sure how much time passed until she returned — you were struggling to stay awake as your chest and head throbbed with pain.

She returned holding a locking belt and roughly ten feet of chain, which was swiftly fitted to your waist and the wall. Better than having your arms bolted to it. Your body won against your mind and you gave into sleep once more.

The second day you awoke to an unknown substance sitting on a small dish in front of you. It didn’t smell bad, and your stomach protested the thought of not eating with a loud grumble. As you ate, you heard that familiar rattling again, and your body began to panic as Lilith opened the door once more. With the daylight streaming through above you, you could make out more of her details clearly.

She was nearly two heads taller than you, and her intricate horns increased that difference even more so. She wasn’t wearing armor, but rather a flowing, deep purple robe which seemed to meld into the skin on her chest. And the eyes — her multicolored eyes which saw through all veils. Your own eyes traveled downwards. She had mostly human-like features, with some notable exception being the length and sharpness of her nails. Her legs seemed to ripple with power as she took step after step towards you.

Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. “I see my daughters have taken appropriate care of you. Good.”

You regarded her with caution, but knowing that you were in no position to attack or provoke, humored her conversation.

“And why me, demon? Why save me?”

“Did my dear mate not tell you of me, when you received his blessing? I can sense it on you. His twisted Light,” she spat. “How like him to hide such secrets.” ‘Mate’? Inarius? She knew of Inarius?

“Yes, I know of Inarius. You Knights Penitent are sharp, yes? You can put the details together,” Lilith continued. Had she heard his thoughts? “We knew each other once, long ago. But that is irrelevant now. You shall tell me the plans of your Cathedral and your Order. Do not lie to me.”

You swallowed at her demands. “And how does the bitch of Hell not know that already?”

Her eyes squinted at the insult and she reared her hand back, before delivering a powerful slap to your face. As you stumbled, she shot out her other arm, gripping your neck in her hand. Her strength was powerful, more than you had expected. Lilith leaned close to you, her lips only an inch from your ear.

She whispered. “Now now, little Light. You don’t get to be feisty yet. Now answer me: why were your knights so far west?” Her hand around your throat tightened, and spots began to form in the corners of your vision.

“We were investigating demonic activity on behalf of the Cathedral,” you sputtered out. “Slain villagers. Missing men. Ritual circles scattered across the wastes. Markings of your kind,” hissing emphasis on the last four words. You felt Lilith’s skin touch yours as she grinned.

“Good boy,” she purred, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she released her grip. “Was that so hard?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and yet it lit every hair on your body on fire.

“Do not touch me, demon!”

“If you cooperate, I won’t have to.” Lilith, you realized, was cunning. Moreso than anyone you had met. “I do hope your face is alright — wouldn’t want the only pretty thing here to be ruined.” She pouted mockingly, raising her hand to the light to inspect it.

This caught you off guard. Speechless for several seconds, you struggled to find any appropriate response to what she had just done, before a brief smile flashed across your face.

“Not the first time I’ve been hit by a woman. Not the hardest, either,” you taunted. Perhaps challenging the most powerful demon in modern times was not a good idea, but if you were going to die anyways, why not have fun with it?

She smiled at your retort, before bringing her tail up to your chin. Your eyes watched the end warily, all too aware of the damage it can inflict. Instead, Lilith turned it onto its flat side, tilting your head to meet her icy gaze.

Whatever semblance of fun you thought you could have disappeared with the next question. “And, my dear, where is Inarius?” As she formed those words, something behind her eyes shifted and her eyebrows narrowed. A visage you had seen often danced across her face: hatred. Fear began to flow in your veins as you came up with an answer.

“We are not privy to that information.” A… partial truth.

Lilith bared her teeth at you as her hatred choked the atmosphere. “I told you no lies,” she hissed. She drew her tail back, only for it to sweep your legs out from under you, sending you crashing to the floor back-first. She stepped on your outreached arms, wrapping her tail around your armored legs, immobilizing you. As much as you struggled you were no match for her strength.

She squatted down to get close to your face once more, practically straddling your chest. Normally, you would have considered this intimate. Unfortunately, this situation was anything but.

“I did answer your question of his location, ‘Mother’,” you replied, injecting as much venom into her title as possible. Lilith smirked and grabbed the sides of your head with her hands, and your eyes darted to the edges of your vision as you tried to understand what was about to happen.

The Daughter of Hatred moved her mouth to yours, drowning out your sound of protest with a deep kiss. Your emotions swirled; on one hand, the desires and feelings you felt as a baser human beat against their cage, repressed by the years of training in the Order. On the other hand, the antithesis to all your beliefs and existence was currently trying to force her way into your mouth.

That concern grew smaller and smaller as Lilith held you still, almost savoring the forbidden, as her tongue mingled with yours and your mind went blank and time stood still. Your pulse quickened and your body grew hot as the reality of what was happening set in. Tugging your head back, you spit onto the floor, praying to the Light that whatever saliva of hers had entered your mouth was there no longer.

You panted, catching your breath. “Do you treat all of your prisoners like that?”

She stood, no longer crouching above your chest, stepping off your hands and unbinding your feet.

“Only the ones that amuse me,” she said. “We are done for today. Unless, of course, you feel comfortable answering more… questions.” She raised her hand, holding a small orb of blood in stasis above her palm, before clenching her fist together. You gasped in pain as the wound on your chest reopened and Lilith’s temptations swirled in your head.

Give in to me. It will all be over. Return to your origins. Reveal the truth. Set yourself free.

She let out a chuckle. “Unfortunate that your body betrayed your beliefs, isn’t it? Such is man. Simple creatures. But don’t worry, little Light. Mother is here to save you all.”

The last of your controlled conscious slipped away as Lilith slipped into your mind. She wielded your thoughts and actions with finesse. You had let her get close enough to ingest her saliva. You never had the possibility of being a match against Lilith. It was over before it even began. Before you woke up in this forsaken cell. You were playing right into her hands the entire time.

And you wanted to.

Lilith’s smirk turned into a grin as the last pieces of you lost their battle to her willpower. You, a knight who once stood proud before Inarius the Father, had been reduced to no more than a plaything for the Daughter of Hatred. And it was good.

She stepped towards you, inches away from touching your chest. She raised a hand, laying it on the cusp of your armor, before wrenching it off of you piece by piece. Your chest was bared to the world, angry and inflamed as the flesh tried its best to heal.

“You should keep still while your body repairs itself. Don’t want to get hurt, do you?” she said. As she spoke, Lilith was winding the slack in the chain between yourself and the wall into her hands, trapping you between the stone and her overpowering form. Was it a trap, or a luxury? Your mind hadn’t yet decided.

With imperceptible quickness, Lilith tugged the chain from its socket in the wall, swinging her arm above your head and impaling it into the stone above. Her lips curled in a smile as she took your hands in front of you, wrapping your wrists together with the remaining chain.

She leaned in close to your ear. “Now be quiet, dear. I like to work in silence.” You nodded in acceptance (or was it willingness?) as she dropped her mouth to your collar, sinking her canines into your weak and bruised flesh. You moaned quietly in pain, and her eyes flitted to your face as she pressed a finger to your lips.

“Hush.”

Lilith recreated the bite on the other side of your body, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She stood before you, your blood smeared across her lips, and you felt desire to submit. Your only purpose was to serve Mother, was it not? You were willing to give her the power over you she needed.

Some voice in the back of your mind screamed and raged against the very idea, and you stifled it. Lilith had noticed and pressed you between her and the wall, your arms high above your head. Her body was warmer than it looked, you realized, as the tapering slit of her dress pressed her bare skin against your chest.

Her tail had snuck its way into your lower armor, and coiled around your upper leg with pressure. “This last one will hurt,” she said, licking your blood from her lips. There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes, but you didn’t see it.

Lilith traced her fingers along the surface of your chest, skirting down to your stomach and back again. Her nails danced upon your skin as she locked eyes with you, before stabbing under your sternum and into your chest. The only noise you can make is a whimper as the pain radiates across your body, threatening to bring you to your knees.

She grabbed the back of your neck, cradling you against her as your body begins to shut down. “Give in, little Light. You’re so, so close.” Her scent whirls around your head and you nearly experience a twisted euphoria. A mix of sweat, perfume, hatred, and death. Sickeningly sweet.

You can only manage a whisper. “…Yes, Mother.”

“Good.”

You feel her finger hook onto something and tug. As she pulled it out, the room became illuminated with the dim yellow glow of an Angel’s wing fragment. Her eyes narrowed as she squeezed, screaming with her last might of strength, before the fragment shattered.

Whatever voice was in the back of your head was gone, scattered across the bloodied floor beneath you both.

Lilith let out a subtle sigh before she began to work her magicks. You briefly remember learning of her powers in the Order. But she was helping you, wasn’t she? Showing you the path to salvation. Yes, that must be it.

The last thing you remember of that day is catching her gaze as she licked her canines, tasting the essence of your life, and giving you a cruel smile.

Day three. Or was it four? You had lost track of time. But time didn’t matter now. She did.

She. The Queen of the Succubi was standing before you, her wings folded in tight to her back.

“Good morning, little Light,” she cooed. “I have something to show you today.”

For the first time in a long while, you felt… normal. No weight in your chest. There was no feeling of being forced into something. You felt free. Standing to your feet, you lightly rattle the chains around your wrist, smirking at Lilith.

“What about these?”

She grunted and your arms came free from the wall. Your eyes didn’t see it the first time, but as you brought your hands back down towards your body, her tail skittered across the stones back towards her. Your eyes widened ever so slightly in fear. Had she always been that fast?

“You need not be afraid. Come along, now.”

For the first time in several days, you stood up to your full stature, spreading out your chest and legs. Even still, Lilith towered over you, dominating your vision.

“Where are we going, Lilith?” You asked.

“The Gardens,” she paused. “Do you remember yesterday, my knight dearest?”

You nod in affirmation. Lilith sneers.

“Good.”

The rest of your walk is done in silence. You arrive to a massive pair of wooden doors, and Lilith flicks her hand lightly, swinging them open. She knelt down to your height, placing her hands on your shoulder, and you felt her horns press into your head.

“Grown just for you.”

Lilith’s manipulations and destruction of your mind unraveled as you processed the scene before you. All of your men, every single one, sat dead in the field before you. Some were missing limbs, while others hung gruesomely from massive stakes rammed through their bodies. At first, you feel nothing. The anger, the hatred, boiled up from the pits of your stomach, exploding out of you into a scream so fierce that even the Daughter of Hatred stepped back in surprise.

Your rage rapidly gained direction as you spun to face the demon once more. “What have you done,” you mutter through clenched teeth.

“What I needed to!” She hissed back.

You felt her tail hit you before you saw it move. The force of the impact knocked you down spinning, and you lay on your stomach trying to process what had happened. Lilith took no pause moving to your incapacitated body, placing a single leg atop your back, extending her claws into the skin around your spine.

You cry out in pain as tears begin to form in your eyes and pour down your face. She took note of your pain, wrapping her tail around your torso and lifting you off the ground as your head lolled forward.

“You had done so well, little Light,” she said as she lifted a hand to your face, wiping the tears from your skin.

“My name is not ‘little Light’, it’s—“

Her hand dropped from your cheek to your lips, pinching them shut as you writhed against her. She lets your mouth free when you slowly return to silence.

“I will ask you again, knight,” venom dripping from her voice. “I can sense if you lie. Where is the Angel Inarius?”

You swallowed hard, blinking the wetness from your eyes as you and Lilith stared into each other’s eyes.

“We were blessed in the eastern peaks, but that was months ago. I swear on my life.”

“Then I will hold you to that,” she growled, dropping your weakened body to the floor. Your legs crumpled as they hit the stone and you tattered on the edge of consciousness. There was a low snap, and two succubi appeared from the doorway to the ��Gardens’, holding a small chalice. Lilith spoke to them in what you can only imagine was demonic, and your strength failed you once more, leaving you unconscious on the stones beneath her.

She waved her hand towards the two succubi, before extending her wings to their fullest, and took flight with her army to the east. She had an angel to hunt.

You awoke, head and back pounding with pain. There was a dull taste in your mouth, one of iron and sweetness. You’re in restraints once again, this time exposed to the world: your arms and legs are chained diagonal from each other, forming an X. Your armor has been removed and taken, and you’re covered in only simple linens.

The chains holding your limbs are so tight you can only afford mere inches of movement as you tug on your bindings, trying hopelessly to twist yourself free from your prison.

Lilith’s demons open the door to your cell — it’s the same two you punched days ago. You growled, spitting onto the stone in front of you, challenging them to live up to their Mother’s punishments.

This time, they did not bring food. This time they brought whips.

You chuckled, gritting your teeth for the coming torture. It hadn’t been your first time being whipped; no, the Order made sure of that. Their “training”, they claimed, would pay off one day. And here you were, Lilith’s toy. The irony of the situation nearly made you burst out with laughter.

The first whip strike was light, almost playful. You gave a wicked grin to your tormentors. “Try your hardest, hellspawn.”

They snarled back, unleashing a flurry of strikes that scathed your flesh through the shirt. The protection, or lack thereof, of your linens rapidly deteriorated as hit after hit cut through the fabric and into your skin.

The two were smart. They took breaks, paused between whippings, exchanged tips on their weapons. All to break you. Sometimes they would give you water — just enough to keep you awake for the next round of attacks.

Your body screamed under the pain of hundreds of cuts. It had been hours since they had started. Blood had pooled on the ground beneath your feet, crusted and drying. Some were shallow and stung; others reached deep, gouging open your skin. Your voice had given out long ago. You protested the torture, of course, but no longer could you voice the screams of pain.

You closed your eyes as they continued again. Your body had mostly grown numb to their whipping; likely from the amount of blood you had lost. You wanted help. You wanted it to stop. So you asked, begging, in your mind, for the torture to be over.

You hadn’t expected an answer.

The Daughter of Hatred entered, her eyes trained not on you, but on her daughters. Their attitude changed immediately, quickly morphing from pleasure at your pain into fear of upsetting their Queen. No words were exchanged, but the two succubi immediately left the room, exiting behind Lilith whose glare at them sent shivers down your spine.

They’d left their whips behind.

In your current position, you were lifted off the floor enough to be eye to eye with Lilith. At this level you could see her face clearly in the light. She was slightly smiling; not the loving, concerned smile of a Mother. Her smile concealed angered amusement. You were completely, utterly helpless before her, at her beck and call.

Lilith sighed, glancing down at the dried blood beneath your feet. “Always so eager to please their Queen, they are,” she said. She nearly looked… disappointed?

Raising her hand, the redness scattered across the stones slowly reconciled itself into a bubbling liquid, hovering in the air between the two of you. You raised your eyes in confusion, and then surprise, as she pushed the orb of blood into your chest. Its contents were absorbed through you, invigorating your body as the blood you had shed entered you once again.

“The succubi have never been skilled at torture,” she continued, running her hand along the length of one of the whips. Lilith hadn’t come to save you. She’d come to do the job herself. She stepped closer, with only a foot of distance separating you two. In the light, you could clearly tell that she had been fighting. Her wings were covered in dust and gunpowder, and blood spattered the bottom of her dress.

“I take it you didn’t find Inarius.”

Lilith held up her hands, inspecting her nails for any imperfections. She ignored, you noticed, the blood caked on her palms. “No.”

Her gaze settled back onto you as she unfurled the whip in her hands. Fuck.

Her first swing lacerated your chest, cutting down from your shoulder to your sternum. The second echoed the first, this time on the other side of your body. And so she continued — like an artist painting on her canvas, Lilith carved her hatred and fury into your body as symbols and icons. First on your chest, and then she moved onto your arms and face. Once she was satisfied with her work there, her strikes aimed for your thighs, your muscles jumping every time the whip sliced through your flesh.

You never bled. She was keeping your body from doing that, her twisted magic ensuring that you were awake for all of the pain to come.

Her onslaught eventually slowed, the time between each lash of the whip increasing until she dropped it from her hands. You look up in a haze, your eyes barely able to focus as every square inch of your body is on fire, eyes searching for anything to focus on. They land on Lilith’s.

Her eyes, normally sharp and blue and grey, were blurred by both your tears and hers.

“You do not deserve this, little Light,” she says quietly, gazing at your red and raw body hung broken before her. Her shoulders lowered as the tension and sadness evaporated from her body.

Lilith’s voice swirled, containing an amalgamation of despair and anger. “Did you know that I had a son once? Not your mankind,” she continued with a sigh, “but a real son. My son. Rathma.”

“And your Father, Rathma’s father, killed him where he stood. All in the name of returning to Heaven.” A single tear fell down the her face. In this moment, Lilith was not the Daughter of Hatred, but a mother broken who lost her child.

Her visage hardened back into its cold and unforgiving self, but there were cracks now. Chinks in her armor, weakened by the death of her son. She stretched out her hand towards you, and a surge of warmth filled your body as cut after cut slowly seal themselves closed.

You look up from yourself in disbelief to find that Lilith’s face is directly in front of yours. You flick over her features: the weariness in her eyes, the edges of her jaw, and the red of her lips. This time, you do not struggle as she kisses you. This time, you are willing to afford her the twisted, grieving comfort she desires.

The restraints on your legs fall to the ground, leaving you dangling by your arms. Lilith pulls away from you, her tail wrapping around your chest as she undoes the remaining clasps on your wrists.

As she sets you down on the ground, your brows furrow in confusion.

She grasped your head in her hands as you looked up to maintain eye contact with her. There was no malice here, only gentleness.

“I want this war to end. I want to free humanity from its chains. No longer will you all be pawns in the Eternal Conflict,” she replied. “Follow.”

This time you followed, not in acceptance, but curiosity. You trailed Lilith into another stone room, this one larger and more elaborate than your cell. There were small glass windows dotting the walls, and several wooden chairs and tables were scattered across the room. She stopped, raising her hand and twirling in a small circle.

The air in front of you cracked and hummed as the energies of Hell surged out from the rift that she had opened in space. A small portal whirled in front of you as Lilith turned around.

“This will return you to Kyovashad.” She paused, smirking, raising both hands to your face. She took the sharper edges of her nails, slowly cutting from the tops of your eyebrows and down to your cheeks, barely missing your eyes.

“That is for my own amusement. And this,” she continued, dropping her palm to your navel, “is for you.”

Lilith’s skin glowed hot against yours as you grunted in pain. Her hand pulled away, leaving a small sigil stamped into your skin. “You’ve piqued my interest, knight. Not many of my… captives have been as amusing as you,” she says.

You can only stammer out a single question.

“Why?”

The Daughter of Hatred gives you a low bow, her wings extended. “I was curious to see what would happen. Now go, little Light.”

With that, you stumble backwards into the portal, facing your captor the whole time.

And so you returned to as normal a life as you could, your body bearing the sins and beatings of your imprisonment. You told Mother Prava what you had learned, but pieces of you were in doubt of the Cathedral and the Order. Had Lilith been right? Had Inarius’ lust for victory been fueled solely by selfishness and vengeance? Had you suffered and your brothers died just to become stepping stones for some higher power?

Your doubts took root silently, at first, before their growths began to blossom in your head. Over the next several months, Inarius’ conquests grew more and more daring. Each mission came back with fewer and fewer men as your numbers dwindled faster than knights could be trained. Soon, those remaining were Inarius’ most loyal. Or perhaps, his most fanatical?

Winter came, bringing its sharp winds blasting across Kyovashad and the surrounding area.

And then He made his announcement. The Order would be marching on Hell, to conquer its fiery threats once and for all. To slay Lilith and put an end to the madness. The night before that final march, you didn’t sleep. Your mind was swirling with conflict. Perhaps she had been right. Inarius never deigned to ask about your capture; he’d never listened to your concerns about his mission plans. He had forged ahead, disregarding anything Man had told him.

He was an Angel, after all. How could he be in the wrong?

But hadn’t he always been wrong? Falsely leading so many men to their deaths under the guise of permanent remembrance and salvation, only for them to be torn limb from limb while their great leader pursued his true goals? This war would not end under Inarius.

Your stomach burned hot and you winced as the sigil Lilith had placed months ago glowed faintly. You could almost feel it all again: the beatings, the cuts, the… kisses. And so you stand, walking outside your barracks, and stumble blindly into the cold until your feet can pull you no further.

If you go just a little further, you could reach her.

You press both hands to the mark, and that warmth surges once more as the surrounding air cracks and hums with her energy, forming a portal that sends you hurtling through inky blackness.

You land roughly on your knees, the skin bruising as your body comes to a halt on the stone floor beneath you. The air is hot and dry, and a warm glow is emanating from outside of the expansive room you appeared in. As your eyes drift around, you find her. Her.

Your Holy Mother, Creator of Sanctuary, sat, legs crossed on her throne at the end of the room.

You stood slowly, walking towards Lilith. Step after step, second after second, until you were close enough to make out the grooves on her horns.

“And so the little Light returned to the darkness to illuminate it once more,” she teased, giving you a devilish smile before she turned serious. Lilith lifts herself to her full height and walks slowly towards you. “What brings you back to me, knight?”

You’re silent for several seconds, trying to come up with an appropriate response to that question you knew she would ask.

“After your… internment,” you growl, “of me, I expected to return to as much normalcy as I could. But I was scorned. Shamed and discarded by our Father. Watching him lead my brethren into pointless death was too much for me.”

Lilith arches her brow, circling you as she inspects your body. You continue on, watching her smile grow as she sees the scars left upon you by her and her spawn.

“Your goal is true, Lilith, but the lengths that you go to in order to achieve them is too far for one to respect. But if your dream will finally free these men, not knights, men, from this perpetual slavery and demise, then I shall support it.”

She leans in close to your ear, one hand snaking its way from your shoulder and down your chest. “You didn’t answer my question, little Light. What brings you here?”

You grab Lilith’s wrist, wrenching it off of you and tugging her down to your level.

“He’s coming. He knows.”

A blink of emotion flashes across her face — disgust, hatred, concern — before being replaced with a snarl. Moving her hand to your chin, she tilts your head upwards to watch her as she stands to her full height, extending her wings and unleashing a buffet of wind around the two of you.

Her thumb drags lazily across your cheekbone. “And what will you do, knight?”

You grit your teeth. There’s no other way. You can’t go back to the angels now, only the devils. There is no god that you can pick and pray to any longer.

“Submit.”

The Daughter of Hatred almost seemed excited.

“And finally, the children begin to understand. Let’s do this properly this time. Do not resist, little Light. Soon you will be free.”

Lilith draws a nail along her palm, slicing it open, letting the blood pour out of her wound. “Drink,” she commands.

Her blood drips into your mouth from her open palm. It is bittersweet, thick and metallic. Like old wine that had been sitting out for too long. Yet you obey, drinking, swallowing, until she pulls her hand away.

“My turn.”

Lilith wraps the two of you in her wings, putting you in her own little bubble, bringing you close to her. She leans down towards your collar, where she first bit you months prior. She smirks as she closes the gap between her mouth and your skin.

“I’ll be gentle,” she purrs.

The Queen of the Succubi breaks your skin with her teeth, pulling her tail up to your face in a twisted caress. You feel a weak suction as she drinks from you. Converting you into what you always should have been. There is no pain. Only bliss.

She removes her teeth from your flesh and holds the back of your head in her hands. Lilith pulls your forehead to her lips, and then your nose, and then your mouth, staining each with your redness. Her wings pull you in even tighter, pressing you into her as she holds you in her loving embrace. And you submit.

Lilith’s kiss is returned by one of your own as you push each other back and forth, tongues meeting and hands exploring. Her nails scrape down along your back as your fingers dance across her dress. Your hesitancies fade away as she grabs your head tight, almost pressing you into her so that you can be consumed, devoured by her, and become a part of her as much as she becomes a part of you.

She pulls away, curling her wings back in as you stare into her very being. Of course Lilith had been right — the Creator of Sanctuary would know what is best for her children. You laughed at the irony of it all: the belief in the Order, in Inarius; in man believing that they can break the cycle through their own powers, and always spiraling back into conflict; and in the realization that you were finally and truly free.

Lilith reaches her hand out into the space between the two of you and twists, squeezing her fist in the air. Your body feels light as you drop to your knees before your Mother. She bends down to sit behind you, pulling you into her chest as your strength wanes. It is almost serene, you think, as your mind is fogged by her scent wrapping around your body.

She speaks into your ear. “You did so well, little Light. But now you shall serve the darkness.”

Your pulse races as Lilith’s blood and saliva begin to course through your body, breaching every defense you held against Hell’s sick allure. Your body twitches as it fights to its very last protective breath, until it finally comes to peace with Lilith.

She releases you as you both rise from the stone floor, newfound strength in your limbs. The Daughter of Hatred speaks to you in a language you haven’t recognized, yet one you perfectly understood. So you respond in kind.

And she smiles.

“Come then, dearest Penumbra. We have an angel to kill.”

end

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