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I was too little to be afraid, but I should have been.
He smelled like a funeral.
If there was a God, he must fucking hate me.
Death had stretched me open and fucked me with his fingers until I came.
Death had taken so many good people from me, and I suddenly wanted him to take some of the bad ones too.
‘I decide when you’ve learned your lesson. I decide everything for you, Lilith. I will decide when you come. I decide who you touch, and I will decide when you die.’
It was fucked up, controlling, and somehow also super fucking hot.
“If you don’t tell me where the fuck she went, I will drag your sad little ass to Hell and stuff you in a cell with Stalin and Hitler,”
She was either ignoring me or had blocked me. Both were going to get her bent the fuck over.
Why had God cursed me like this? What had I done to deserve to be tormented day in and day out?
Why should I care if his evil-ass demon feelings were hurt?
I was Lilith’s nightmare, and I belonged to her and her alone.
She had given me everything when I had not even known that I had nothing.
