Death's Obsession

by Avina St. Graves

You will bloom, my sad flower. You already have the earth; I will bring you the sun.

“When my dark storm summons me with the promise of letting me taste her, I come.”

Lilith has become my favorite activity, there is nothing dull about her; I yearn to watch her, taunt her, feel her soft flesh beneath my hands.

“He laid a hand on you when he shouldn’t have. He spoke to you in ways that make me regret taking his soul so peacefully.” The lust is gone from his tone. I’ve never heard him sound so serious. “Given the option again, I would make him scream before I took his soul. The sound would be nothing compared to the noises you will make when I’m inside you.”