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“I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.” —FORREST GUMP
She was shy? I literally had my dick in her ass less than twelve hours earlier.
Something that might make her see that despite the fact I was the villain in her story, she had always been the star of mine, even when I had been too lost to recognize it.
No one feared boredom the way I feared Lilith’s death.
growled. “I wanted you to be afraid of dying. Afraid of spending an eternity stuck with the demon who tormented you your whole fucking life.” A dark chuckle escaped my lips without my permission. “Ironically, I’m now trying to do the fucking opposite.”
“I need you to live, Lilith. I need you here, with me. And not just because Hell needs its queen, but because I need you. I have always needed you. I can’t do this without you.”
the person I loved more than anything in the world hated that she cared about me… and I had no one to blame but my fucking self.
“What isn’t wrong, Lilith? My fucking wife would rather kill herself than be with me. The idea that you could be in love with me disgusts you so much that you just spent the last twenty minutes sobbing in my arms over it. I can’t even get angry or upset about it because I don’t even blame you.
“I will wait for you until the end of fucking time, Lilith. I’m just terrified I’m going to lose you to yourself along the way.”
“The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself.” —WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS
I bit back a hiss at the old, painful memories and grit my teeth. I may not have been able to save her then, but I would fucking save her now.
Gabriel needed someone who could handle him. Someone who could teach him discipline. My blood turned hot at the thought of putting him on his knees and teaching him what worship meant. Though, if I ever got the chance to put him on his knees, Gabriel wouldn’t be worshiping God. He would be worshiping chaos.
I grinned as I came to the decision that it didn’t matter whose side he ended up being on. I would be burying myself in him either way. The only difference would be whether or not he was a prisoner or a free angel while I fucked him.
“I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.” —WEDNESDAY ADDAMS, THE ADDAMS FAMILY
He glanced at me, looking appalled. “You’re not going to Hell’s Annual Samhain Dumb Feast on the night of your coronation looking cute.” He turned back to the wardrobe, his green eyes igniting with excitement. “You’ve got to look so hot Ramel fucking busts a nut in his pants as soon as he lays eyes on you.”
“Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand.” —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, TITUS ANDRONICUS
“A person should always choose a costume which is in direct contrast to her own personality.” —LUCY VAN PELT, IT’S THE GREAT PUMPKIN, CHARLIE BROWN
“In a cat’s eyes, all things belong to cats.” —ENGLISH PROVERB
“No. If I let you sit with me, I’ll end up fucking you in front of all these demons… which normally wouldn’t be a problem.” Shem winked. “But this is Lilith’s night. I don’t want to steal her thunder.” Shem’s eyes trailed up and down the angel’s body before he continued. “You look good in black, though. I suppose I could allow you to kneel at my feet. If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll reward you after the party.”
“Magic is really very simple; all you’ve got to do is want something and then let yourself have it.” —AGGIE CROMWELL, “HALLOWEENTOWN”
She had been jealous. The thought of her feeling jealousy over the idea of me fucking somebody else made me unreasonably happy. It meant she cared. She wanted me. Better than that—she didn’t want to share me. She wanted me all to herself, and knowing that made my black fucking heart soar.
“You may have created me, but Lilith made me,”
“There are worse things than death, Yahweh. I think it’s about time you learned what it is to fucking suffer.”
“I’m not afraid of you. You don’t scare me.” —LAURIE STRODE, HALLOWEEN (1978)
“You’re the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I’ve been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego.” —- DEAN WINCHESTER, SUPERNATURAL
“Let’s see if I can make God fucking scream,”
“You may be the God of Creation, but I am Lilith’s Keeper of Death, Yahweh. If you create them, I can kill them.”
“Friends don’t lie.” —ELEVEN, STRANGER THINGS
‘They know,’ the other Lilith said gently, ‘they’ve always known, Lilith. You are me, and I am you. We have always loved them, and they have always loved us. You do not need to tell them before you die.’ ‘I don’t want this to be the end,’ I whispered to my other self. She flooded me with a sense of calm and peace. ‘Death is not the end, Lilith. It is only the beginning,’ she promised,
“The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injustice.” —MARCUS AURELIUS, GLADIATOR
I was not afraid of Lilith’s magic. If anything, I craved it. I was her Reaper. Yahweh had been right when he said I was a vessel. I was a vessel of carnage and fucking death and he was about to learn what that truly meant.
I was no longer Ramel. I was only Death, and even God’s angels wouldn’t survive me.
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” —WILLIAM CONGREVE
The worst thing that could happen to the living was not death. The worst thing that could happen to the living was to move through life without love, and to live in a world without Ramel or Shem would have been no life at all.
I was Lilith, the Goddess of Death and Decay. Even at my weakest, I was more than this spineless male would ever be.
“I know you’re gonna miss me, but you’re gonna be okay.” —GLENN RHEE, THE WALKING DEAD
“I will never stop loving you, even if there’s nothing left of me for you to love back.”
“I am the storm.” —OLIVIA CRAIN, THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE
“You think I care about mankind? You think I care about you?” Shem chuckled as if the idea were ludicrous. “The only fucking reason I ever gave a shit about mankind was because the thought of innocent souls suffering upsets Lilith. The only reason I ever kept you around was because you’re a warm hole for my cock to fill.” His cruel words drained the color from Art’s face.
Their love for each other was beyond friendship, even beyond brotherhood. They had been two sides of the same coin. Twin flames, bound and destined to change and push each other for all eternity.
However, even if you back the softest kitten into a corner, you’re likely to get scratched.
“No. You can’t bring him back, Lilith,” Shem confirmed, and my heart twisted painfully in my chest. “But I bet you the God of Creation can.”
“You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends, says the cat, although I am more equal than you.” —THE CAT’S SONG, MARGE PIERCEY
Even if I couldn’t get him back in his body, there was something amusing about the fact that his stubborn ass seemed determined to continue to stalk her, even in death.
“As much as it would turn me on to watch you shove your dick down God’s unwilling throat, we have some rather important and time-sensitive things that need our attention first,”
“Let’s see if we can bring your husband back.”
“Love isn’t brains, children. It’s blood.” —SPIKE, “BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER”
With an angel, a demon, and a god as our witness, we consummated our love and claimed the dominion of Heaven as our own. We had both died that day, but I had never felt more alive.
“Love never dies.” —DRACULA, BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA (1992)
“I was a little preoccupied. I had just murdered an entire army of fucking angels, and then this little Hell Queen told me she loved me for the first time in four thousand years.”
