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We stayed under the warm stream for a while longer, our bodies pressed together, my hands still exploring her skin with reverence, like I was trying to memorize every inch. But eventually, the water began to cool, and she turned her face up to me, eyes half-lidded, lips curved into a soft smile.“We should get out before we wrinkle like old paper,” she whispered.I chuckled, then bent down and kissed her gently before turning off the tap. I grabbed a towel, wrapped her in it, then another for myself. She leaned into me as I carried her out of the bathroom again, her arms around my neck, her body still warm and damp against mine.I laid her carefully on the bed and reached for the clothes that had been tossed carelessly last night. She dressed in something soft and light—a satin camisole with matching shorts—and I threw on a black T-shirt and some sweatpants. She brushed her hair loosely, her eyes flicking to me now and then like she couldn’t believe I was real.Then, without a word, s
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Lilith’s robe trailed behind her like blood as she turned and ascended the staircase with urgency in her steps. I followed without question, my mind racing. For someone like her to look shaken—even for a second—meant that pendant held more weight than I could’ve imagined.The doors closed behind us with a deep thud, sealing out the world.The inside of her estate was just as darkly regal as ever—black marble floors veined with silver, walls adorned with arcane symbols that pulsed softly like they were breathing. The air smelled faintly of roses and old magic. We didn’t stop at the grand hall or the lounge. Instead, she led me down a corridor I hadn’t walked before—one lined with tall mirrors that didn’t reflect us. The deeper we went, the colder it grew.“She wasn’t just any old woman,” Lilith finally said, her voice clipped. “She’s one of the Ancients. The original bloodline. The ones even Lucifer treated like ghosts.”I raised a brow, still clutching the pendant. “She said I was som
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The moment I landed, Hell welcomed me like a breath of poison.The air was thick—choking with sulfur, scorched ashes, and the scent of ancient blood. The sky above was a burning scar of red and black, swirling with storm clouds that bled fire. Lightning cracked through it, but it wasn’t ordinary lightning—it was alive, screaming with tortured souls every time it struck the molten ground.Everywhere I looked, there were hellish structures—twisted spires of obsidian, towers forged from bone and black steel, bridges hanging by chains over rivers of lava, and demonic creatures crawling along the walls like oversized insects. The architecture looked like it had been designed to inflict madness on the mind. There were no right angles, no symmetry—just chaos given form.But it was the castle that caught my eye.It rose in the distance, colossal and ominous, almost scraping the bleeding sky. The thing looked like it had been built from the carcasses of fa
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Smoke curled in thick, choking tendrils across the scorched air. Everything around me was burning—stone reduced to ash, walls collapsed into rubble, the air itself trembling with heat and fury. Somewhere in the distance, something groaned—a piece of the ruined chamber still collapsing under its own weight.“John…”A voice, distant and muffled, pierced the haze like a shard of ice.“John, wake the fuck up—”The world tilted violently. My head throbbed like it had been split open by a goddamn mountain. My eyes fluttered, dry and heavy as stone, and I blinked against the blinding light. Everything was blurry. Just shapes… fire… smoke… ruins. All of it drifting in and out like a dream I couldn’t hold onto.The pain… God, the pain.My skull pulsed with every heartbeat, like a drumbeat from hell itself. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe right. All I remembered was—Lucenzo.That final, monstrous blow.That
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Lilith stood frozen, her face pale, disbelief carved deep into every feature. Her lips parted, and in a breathless whisper, she muttered, “So… John was right about you all along.”I smirked, folding my arms as pride laced my voice. “Yes, I was. And I’ll admit—I’m proud of that.”Morgana laughed—sharp and cruel as she gazed at me. “Of course you were. You figured out my plan the moment I arrived last night...”'she paused, turning her gaze to Lilith. “Unlike you, dear sister… you’ve become so dull and foolish since the day you escaped from Hell.”Her words struck like venom, and something in me snapped.My jaw clenched, and without a word, I raised my hand. The demonic chains responded instantly, glowing with an infernal red light before igniting in hellfire. Flames raced along the length of the chains, searing into Morgana’s flesh. She screamed—a shrill, agonized sound that echoed off the chamber walls.I walked closer, lowering my voice,
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Morgana groaned softly, the sound barely audible but enough to draw both our eyes to her. Her body shifted slightly on the bed, fingers twitching, then curling into the sheets. Her breathing became more even, steadier, and I could already see the faintest glow of healing spreading across her skin. The bruises, once harsh and purple, began to fade into lighter shades. The gashes closed slowly, the blood crusted around them vanishing as if being absorbed.Her eyelids fluttered open.Those eyes—stormy gray, like Lilith’s but with a gentler undertone—gazed upward, disoriented, confused, and then finally settled on Lilith’s face. There was something raw in her expression. A mixture of pain, relief, and disbelief.Lilith immediately moved closer and gently placed a hand behind Morgana’s back. “Careful,” she whispered, helping her sit upright, her movements tender, sisterly.Morgana winced as she sat up, clearly still feeling the ache of whatever torment
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I turned my gaze from the woman lying bloodied on the floor to Lilith, who looked pale for the first time since I’d met her—truly shaken. I was about to speak, but she cut me off, her voice urgent and tight."Help me carry her. Quickly."Without hesitation, I bent down and scooped the woman into my arms effortlessly. She was light—too light, like her strength had been drained from her body completely. As I held her close, her head lolled weakly against my chest, and her eyes fluttered open just for a moment. She looked at me… and for a fleeting second, her gaze held a strange, haunting familiarity.Then her eyes closed again, and she passed out.As I started up the staircase, Lilith followed silently behind me. I felt her eyes on the woman the entire time—concerned, protective, almost… maternal. I glanced down at the bruised figure in my arms. Her features—despite the injuries—were strikingly similar to Lilith’s. Same high cheekbones, same sharp eyebrows, same full lips. But her face
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The wind howled past me as I soared higher, the burning mansion shrinking beneath me like a forgotten nightmare. The stars above blinked coldly, watching as I cut through the sky like a shadow on wings of vengeance. The scent of smoke clung to me, a reminder of what I had left behind.As I approached Lilith’s estate, its gothic spires loomed in the distance, rising out of the darkened hills like the crown of a slumbering queen. Lights flickered in the grand hall, casting shadows across the marble columns and obsidian gates. The estate radiated power—an ancient, pulsing energy.I landed silently in the courtyard, the huge black wings folding behind me with a quiet rustle. The night was unnaturally still, as if the world itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to come. I took a moment, glancing at the towering entrance, then toward the moonlit sky.I reached into my pocket again, fingers brushing against the red pendant. It pulsed stronger this ti
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Lilith smirked, the corners of her lips curving with that dangerous, seductive charm of hers. “Let’s have a little fun…”I didn’t hesitate. My hands found her waist, pulled her close, and then slid lower to grab the firm curve of her buttocks. She let out a breathy laugh as I lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around my waist, arms tightening around my neck, and her lips captured mine—hungry, soft, electric.I didn’t even have to think. I just imagined her bedroom—dim lights, crimson silk sheets, shadows dancing on the walls—and in a blink, we vanished from the cellar in a whisper of air.We appeared in her bedroom, the scent of her skin and the warmth of her body still fresh on my lips. I moved swiftly, backing her toward the wall until her shoulders pressed against the cool surface. Lilith’s legs tightened around me, her heels digging into my ass as I held her up. The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling, our bodies moving in sync. I could feel he
