Lilith: Destined Angels III

Chapter 3: Change of plans

Lilith

Once I get home from work, I slump down in my seat and curse. Though I’m exhausted, I can’t stop thinking about the male from the other night. He’s all I have thought about since I laid eyes on him. It’s as if he has somehow entranced me. My body has been hypersensitive since, making getting any sleep difficult.

Stepping back, I walk to my bathroom and run a bath. As I lie my head back on the lip of the tub, I let the warm water drain all the tension I’ve been carrying since I stepped out of the Metro.

As soon as the tension leaves my body, arousal takes its place. My breasts ache, my n*****s harden, and my clit throbs. Biting my lip, I glide my fingers across my chest and close my eyes. A soft gasp escapes my lips with each caress. Seeing that I need a release, I pinch my n*****s and move my hand down to my molten center. Groaning with pleasure, I swirl my finger across my hard nub and whimper.

Soon my imagination takes over, and instead of my hand bringing me to a climax, I feel long, tapered male fingers stroke my folds as they slide inside my tight sheath. Mewls of bliss escape my lips as I imagine gazing into the male’s hooded eyes as his elegant fingers bring me close to a climax. Within seconds, my lips fall open with a cry as my body bursts into a shattering orgasm.

Gasping wildly, I open my eyes and stare at the wine-colored walls. The small window beside my standalone sink lets off a dim glow across my body as I savor the feeling of my waning climax.

I don’t leave the soothing bath until the water becomes lukewarm. Loosening my hair from its braid, I let it fall down my shoulders and slip on my thin, white, satin robe.

A strange feeling overcomes me as I step out of the room. Turning back, I search the room for anything that doesn’t feel right, but nothing seems undisturbed. Chalking it up as exhaustion, I lay on the bed and closed my eyes. I must be exhausted because I finally got a good night’s sleep. It’s only when morning arrives that I remember why I get such little sleep.

“What the bloody hell are you doing in my apartment, Lucifer?” I growl angrily at my ex-lover as I step out of my restroom. Thankfully, I’m an early riser, so I’m already dressed in dark jeans, a red off-the-shoulder t-shirt, and my mocha Birkenstocks.

Lucifer ignores my indignant question and rests a box of donuts on my coffee table before he settles back on my couch and stretches his long legs in front of him. His sensual slump would be sexy to any woman, but it annoys me.

“I’m here in peace, Lil, and I brought American donuts as an olive branch.”

I close my eyes and take a couple of relaxing breaths before taking a seat and crossing my arms in front of me with an annoyed glare. “You know most people call and knock when they’re visiting someone. They don’t walk in and make themselves at home because they know it’s rude.”

He shrugs, “Relax, Lil, it’s not like we’re strangers.”

I arch a brow, “Just out of curiosity, what would you call us now?”

He snickers, “We’re co-parents, of course. Though we’re not married or a couple, we still have a child whose well-being we care for.”

I snort, “Considering Fallon is thousands of years old, I don’t think we can call him a child any longer.”

Lucifer quirks his lip and points his finger at me, “Alright, so he’s not quite a child, but he’s still our son, and we still care for him.”

I don’t argue his point, opting to see where he’s going with this conversation. Reaching forward, I open the box and take a donut out.

“What do you want, Lucifer?” I ask as I take a bite of the sugary confection.

“Have you thought about what I said?” he asks.

I take another bite of the donut and shrug, “Considering you’re always blathering on, what exactly are you talking about?”

He rolls his eyes with exasperation, “I’m talking about our son. You should speak to him and stop skulking about him like a dodgy stalker.”

My face heats at his reprimand. Though he caught me spying on Fallon the other day, I didn’t think he had seen me before. I guess I’m not as good at spying as I thought. “Blimey, Lucifer, you know Fallon doesn’t want to see me. In fact, I’m sure he wishes I was still trapped by your sodding spell.”

“You don’t know that,” he states.

I shake my head and sputter, “Oh, I can assure you I’m right. So, if that’s why you came, you can now leave.”

Lucifer puffs out an exasperated breath and throws up his hands, “Alright, change of subject. I just got word from Azazel, the demon who gave me the siphon to drain your darkness, and he told me that the siphon stone is behaving oddly. Would you happen to know why?”

Bile collects in my throat at the memory of that power’s supernatural hold on me. Now that I’m free of its imprisonment, I can’t imagine being trapped by its hold again.

“I don’t know anything about it, and I hope I never have to see it again.”

Lucifer’s brow furrows, “I don’t think I ever asked you how you even procured that power.”

I scoff, “You and I were never very good with conversations.”

He nods, “We were quite terrible together, weren’t we?”

I shrug, feeling discomfort with where this conversation might be leading. “I still don’t understand why you just didn’t kill me when you had the chance.”

Lucifer looks down at his hands before he looks back at me, “Listen, Lilith, I…I wanted to apologize for my horrible role in your life all those years ago.”

I hold up my hand to stop further self-recriminations, “What is this, Lucifer? Why are you suddenly so apologetic?”

He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, “People change, Lil─they grow.”

I give him a suspicious glare, “But why?”

He puffs out a deep breath and looks past me for a moment before he meets my eyes, “I saw into your past when I siphoned your power, Lil. I saw all of the horrible things that happened to you.”

My heart stills, “What?”

He grimaces, “I didn’t mean to, but it was like the siphon was interfering with my powers.”

He holds up his hands before I can blast him with an angry tirade, “Before you tear into me, I want you to know that I don’t pity you, and I haven’t told anyone about what I saw. I figure it’s your story to tell. I just…I guess I understand you better now that I’ve seen all the horrors you have suffered. I don’t think I would have survived what you did without my sanity, and I can understand your rage and desolation. One thing that I learned after falling in love is that actions have consequences. I also learned that everyone deserves a second chance. I was bloody horrible to you. I could see that you were dealing with something painful back then, but I didn’t care, which was wrong. So please accept my most sincere apologies.”

For a moment, I consider telling him to sod off. However, his earnest apology seemed to unravel a painful ache inside me that I didn’t know I was holding.

“Alright… you’re… you’re forgiven. Just don’t mention it again.” I mumble awkwardly.

Lucifer chuckles but doesn’t comment on my discomfort. “Alright, then, is there anything you can tell me about the darkness?”

I flashback to the dream I had the other night.

“I…I don’t know much about the darkness. All I remember is how I acquired it.”

He leans close and rests his elbows on his knees as he listens.

I look down at my wringing fingers and clench my teeth, “I had just finished washing off my daily dose of beatings and rape when I crawled into a corner of a treetrunk to curse the Creator and my existence. Just as I was preparing to return before the hunting dogs found me, an invisible force gripped me by the waist and dragged me deep into the forest. But it wasn’t a normal forest.”

His brow furrows, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, the forest was made up of fire. I remember everything was covered in flames, but nothing burned─not even me.” I scoff, “At first, I thought I was having a nightmare, but then all of the fire seemed to swirl together until it created some fiery funnel.”

I swallow hard as I recall what happened next, “I was going to cry out for help when the funnel arched and plunged deep into my throat until I had consumed all of it and lost consciousness,” I shrug.

“When I woke up, I felt…invincible and so enraged. No, that’s not right; I didn’t feel rage; I was rage. I wanted to destroy every little thing that stepped in my path, and I did. I killed my tormentors, their families, and anyone who dared stand in my way. Only now that I’ve been freed of that darkness, I realize how much it amplified any negative emotions.”

Lucifer’s brow furrows, “Why do I feel like I should apologize for making you relive those memories again?”

I roll my eyes, “It’s enough to know that you’ve experienced it with me. But that was a long ago, and I’m over it now.”

He nods, “Alright, but perhaps that’s something you should share with our son when you speak to him?”

A groan of exasperation escapes my lips, “You just won’t give you, will you?”

He rises from the chair with a deep sigh, “Oh, well, I had to try. I shall go and leave you to your day then.”

Patting the armrests of my chair, I rise from my seat and mutter, “I thought you said that the power would only reap destruction and death if you killed me while I had it? You siphoned it off, so why would it be reacting that way now?”

He shrugs, “That is a good question, Lil. To be honest, I think there’s more to that power than what we know, and it seems to be revealing itself, which is why I came to you for some insight.”

“Will you keep me up to date on what you discover about the darkness?” I ask.

He nods, “Of course, and keep me updated if you remember anything else.”

Once he flashes out of the room, I slump back into my chair and close my eyes. I’m so weary of constantly fighting to have a simple life. And just when I think I’ve finally found it, something reminds me that I don’t deserve it. Perhaps that’s my eternal punishment.