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I knew there was no use pointing to the cloaked figure who watched with glee from the shadows of the interrogation room. I knew they couldn’t see him. He was only there for me.
He’s a good man Savannah
“Max likes your yabbos. In fact, he loves ‘em.” — DANI DENNISON, HOCUS POCUS
CRYING, FIVE FUCKING STARS
Goya painting ‘Saturn Devouring His Son’
I love this painting
“After that young girl was murdered here, it seemed no one wanted to rent the space.”
He totally killed someone to give her a cool apt didn’t he
Chaos always found me, no matter where I moved. His black, shiny coat and dazzling green eyes were the only constants I had been able to enjoy throughout my entire life. I cherished him.
Sus
After my third year, I applied for the bar.
Alexa, play “Bartender” by T-Pain
Shem purred, working the cherry’s stem into a knot with his tongue. His green eyes flashed in amusement,
ChaoShem
Oh it’s totally gonna be Death isn’t it
if Lilith was going to take what was mine, she would be mine to torment.
Her little terrified thoughts were begging me to leave. Poor Lilith. Didn’t she know I would never leave her?
Death had stretched me open and fucked me with his fingers until I came.
“That was good for me. Was it good for you?” he asked, taking a sip from his to-go cup, his eyes never leaving mine.
I can fix him
“I don’t know why you care,” I spat. “You just tried to choke me out this morning.” He reached out and gently brushed my hair back over my shoulder before touching my chin. He gave me a small smile. “I’m the only one who gets to hurt you now, deathtrap,” he said before getting up.
“Oh, I murdered him, slowly too. He said he’s sorry, by the way, for hitting you.” Reaver’s eyes flashed suddenly, and his grin widened. “He promised to never do it again.”
“You know who I am, Lilith, you’ve always known. I’m the fucking Reaper. Death. Satan. The Devil. I’m your personal fucking nightmare, and I will never let you go.”
“When I’m fucking you, and you need a name to scream, you may call me Ramel,”
FINALLY omg a penis good lordt this build up felt like forever. Also… NOT ANOTHER NAME I HAVE TO REMEMBER 😭
I felt his cum spill out, and he caught it with his fingers, stuffing it back inside.
ok… hot
Nothing was more disheartening than knowing that God existed and was still letting this all happen to me.
“Wow,” I gasped, and Ramel smirked at me, clearly pleased with my reaction. “This is all yours now,”
“I should have known it was something more when I felt the need to protect you. I told myself that it was because you were mine to torment, and I didn’t want to share your pain.” “Ramel…” He looked back down at me. “While that is still true, I have come to decide that you will also be mine to pleasure. I am sorry you have been lonely, Lilith, but I am not sorry for keeping you for myself.”
“You know as well as I do that I’m not capable of being kind… but for reasons that I cannot fathom or understand, you make me want to fucking try.” His eyes searched mine, and I felt like he was trying to show me that somewhere in his rotten, pitted soul, he had carved out a space he hoped was a little softer, just for me.
“I’m your own personal nightmare, Lilith, and I will never let you go,” he whispered, giving me a small, sad smile. “I may not be able to promise you kindness, but I can promise you forever. I can promise that I will be the only monster to ever hurt you because your pain belongs to me.”
“I loved you,” he rasped, and my heart stopped in my chest.
The first face I saw as my vision adjusted to the never-ending expanse of white was the face of God.
“I am Lilith. Welcome to Hell,” she purred, and I took a step backward. What was this creature? Her presence lit up every nerve in my body, and my skin tingled with something unfamiliar. I was used to the burn of pain, but this was different. This feeling was foreign and good. I liked it.
“Tomorrow, we go to war,” I announced, and Shemhazai nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow,” he agreed, and that was how the first war between Heaven and Hell began.
Well that’s a little anticlimactic lmao
In chess, even the king is second to the queen,
“Luckily for you, I am a forgiving and benevolent God,” He lied,
“Go ahead. Smite me, almighty smiter.” Both God and I looked at him in confusion. He sighed. “I wish Lilith was here. She would have gotten the reference,” he grumbled, kicking an invisible pebble into the Soul Sorter. “You know, for someone who claims to be all-seeing, you would think you would have at least seen Bruce Almighty.”
“He fucking married you?” he hissed in disbelief, and my heart skipped a beat. What did that have to do with anything? Suddenly, Ramel’s voice floated through the room. “Fucking right I did, you piece of shit.”
“Did you touch my fucking wife?” Ramel asked, his voice deadly calm.
“This is a lot to take in.” “You’ve taken bigger loads, deathtrap,”
I fucking loved her so much that my heart suddenly felt like it was breaking. “What?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “What do you mean ‘what’?” I asked, chuckling. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Shem laughed and shook his head. “He’s got it so bad for you, sweetheart. Haven’t you been paying attention?”
“I love it when you look at me like that.” “Like what?” I asked, frowning. “Like you might actually miss me when I’m gone.”
Suing for emotional damage
he pressed the hilt of the knife back into my palm, guiding it up to rest against his tattooed chest. He maintained eye contact the whole time, and I felt a surge of panic as he used my hand to increase the pressure of the blade on his skin. “If you want to hate someone, hate me.”
“From now on, if you bleed, I bleed,”
Even the strongest fall if they don’t have anyone waiting to catch them.” My already shattered heart cracked as he pulled me in tighter to him. “You’ve never had anyone to catch you,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “That ends now.”
“Stalker,” I joked, and I felt him smile against my forehead. “You like it.” “You wish.” “I do,” he agreed,
“We’ll make it fit, Lilith. I’m going to fill you up so much, there won’t be room for anything else.”
“I’m going to fuck this little asshole until I come. Are you going to be a good girl and take it for me?”
“I’m never going to be… easy on you,” he murmured, “but I don’t want to be so hard on you that you feel the need to escape. I want you here with me.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice became rough with an emotion I couldn’t place. “I want you to want to be here with me.”
Death, to most, was a terrifying moment of finality. However, to some, death was a mercy. It meant peace and rest. It meant the absence of pain. Death meant the end of a life well lived and marked the beginning of the next great adventure. Death was not the enemy.
“Come for me. Come for your nightmare, Lilith. Show me how much you love being haunted,”
Whoever said violence wasn’t the answer had been wrong as fuck.
