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Alexa, play ‘Mr. Sandman’ by SYML
If the murdered girl chose to haunt me, at least my demon would have some company.
‘That was a reward, Lilith. If I return and find that you have cut yourself, you’ll be punished instead.’
Lilith was the enemy. Since the day Yahweh informed me she would be my successor, I had hated her.
“What part of you’re mine did you not understand? Next time I tell you to do something, you will fucking listen to me, or I will bend you the fuck over my knee.”
“What part of you’re mine, do you not understand?” he whispered, his lips were so close they were nearly touching mine. “If I want to buckle your seatbelt, I fucking will. If I want to spoon-feed you all your fucking meals, I will. You belong to me. I own you.” He growled, and I shivered under the intensity of his words.
“The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.”
‘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.’
‘That’s right. I own you, Lilith. You’re mine to torture and mine to pleasure. If you’re good, I’ll be good to you. And if you’re bad…
“I’ve been stalking you your whole fucking life; what made you think tonight was going to be the night you got away?”
“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.”
“Run, Lilith. Run as fast as you fucking can because if we catch you, we’ll make sure you never run from us again.”
“Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.” —GEORGE ELIOT
