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She didn’t respond when he thanked her, selecting a nod over pointless words. Her stomach churned with anticipation, sensing that something grandiose was to come. The warmth of his body faded away as he slumped to the ground, and she mirrored his movements with a little more grace. He had given her a taste of heaven and now it was impossible to stay away. It was the open wound, the smell of blood, his touch, all of it was so damned addicting. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she’d crossed the line by inflicting him with a near fatal injury.
It was only when he spoke again that she noticed his ragged breathing. And even then, she did not worry too much about it. He was a demon, and his strength was draconian. This was nothing compared to what he could withstand. What plans was he talking about? Her eyes narrowed then, clearly baffled by his comment. She did not care whose life he’d ruined; he would ruin many more at her side. “Sinners must be punished.” she said simply, referring to the victim. Her statement was meant to rid him of any remorse, although it did not seem like he had any.
Another inquiry passed his lips, and Lillith froze. Gabriel de le Poer had asked the same question. People kept on questioning her presence, as if she belonged elsewhere. “Because I’m needed here.” This answer was different from the one she’d given the archangel. “To rid the world of filth.” She smiled then, taking his spare hand into hers. The world was theirs to take.
She didn’t respond when he thanked her, selecting a nod over pointless words. Her stomach churned with anticipation, sensing that something grandiose was to come. The warmth of his body faded away as he slumped to the ground, and she mirrored his movements with a little more grace. He had given her a taste of heaven and now it was impossible to stay away. It was the open wound, the smell of blood, his touch, all of it was so damned addicting. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she’d crossed the line by inflicting him with a near fatal injury.
It was only when he spoke again that she noticed his ragged breathing. And even then, she did not worry too much about it. He was a demon, and his strength was draconian. This was nothing compared to what he could withstand. What plans was he talking about? Her eyes narrowed then, clearly baffled by his comment. She did not care whose life he’d ruined; he would ruin many more at her side. “Sinners must be punished.” she said simply, referring to the victim. Her statement was meant to rid him of any remorse, although it did not seem like he had any.
Another inquiry passed his lips, and Lillith froze. Gabriel de le Poer had asked the same question. People kept on questioning her presence, as if she belonged elsewhere. “Because I’m needed here.” This answer was different from the one she’d given the archangel. “To rid the world of filth.” She smiled then, taking his spare hand into hers. The world was theirs to take.