The Lilith Obsession, Part the Fourth

The Ownership of Lilith

(Read Part the Third, The Conquest of Lilith)

“You’ve been at this for weeks, when are you going to ask?”

“When I’m ready.  What’s it to you, how long I take?  Do you have someplace to be?  A dentist appointment or something?  There’s no expiration date on our bet.  What’s the rush?”

The Jerkwad was really getting annoying, lately.  Lucifer refused to hurry on his behalf, and had been deliberately putting off making his final request of Lilith as much to piss off The Big Wanker as because he wasn’t ready.  Truth be told, he could have gotten her to brand his mark in her thigh a week ago, but watching the brainless idiot twist his knickers in a knot… oh right.  He didn’t wear knickers.

Lucifer scowled at the recurring thought.  He really did wish Yahweh hadn’t mentioned that.

“I don’t care for your tone, Lu.”

“Oh?  And what?  You’ll punish me for it?  Kick me out of Heaven, Ya?  Oh forsooth.  Why don’t you go and spy on some altar boys or something?”

His Holy Peckerhead wrinkled his nose and left.

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The Lilith Obsession, Part the Third

The Conquest of Lilith

(Read Part the Second, The Taking of Lilith.)

“She didn’t say ‘No’.”

“She did say, ‘Fuck you’. I think that counts as a ‘no’.”

Lucifer didn’t really expect the little pain in the ass to go for that, but it was worth a shot. He’d learned over the millennia to never overestimate Yahweh’s intelligence, or expect him to adhere to any form of reasonable logic. He’d wiped out his own creation several times and called it ‘Love’, for Christ’s sakes.

“I’ve got two chances left, don’t get your knickers in a wad.”

“I don’t wear knickers, Lu. I like the breeze.”

“I really could have gone the rest of eternity without that information, thanks.”

Holy Joe had interrupted his private musings with his inanities over an hour before, and Lucifer was annoyed from square one. Within the first fifteen minutes, he was ready to go bash his own head into a brick wall, just to make the blithering idiot shut up. Immortality definitely had its drawbacks.

“So where is Lilith now, Lu?”

“She sleeps where I left her. Rather peacefully and contentedly, I might add. Don’t you think, Ya?”

Dimwit wrinkled his nose and finally left.

Immortality definitely had its little pleasures as well.

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The Lilith Obsession, Part the Second

The Taking of Lilith

(Read Part the First, The Wanting of Lilith.)

“You cannot touch me! I’m under His protection!” She clutched the ornate cross she wore about her neck as a symbol of the protective order.

Watching her lying astonished on the ground of the old train yard, rubbing her jaw and wiping the blood from her mouth, was satisfying to his very core. He had fantasized of this moment, for so, so very long. He was tempted to just roll her over and fuck her right there, but it wasn’t yet time. There were things he needed to teach her first.

“Not any more, dear Lilith. I’ve been released from my promise. Your ass is mine now, as it were.”

Lucifer reached down and snatched her up by the hair of her head, laughing as she cried out to God. He yanked hard until he got her chin to chin, her head twisted painfully back and slightly to one side. She had to look down toward her lips to see his face.

“Told ya’. He’s not going to come… but I am.” This amused him greatly. “If you’re lucky, I might allow you to, as well.” She was fighting hard to control her fear and had masked it well with defiance, but she hadn’t been quite quick enough. He could taste it on her close breath and he hadn’t missed the abject terror that had flashed ever so quickly across her face and through her eyes.

“Yes Lilith, you’re afraid. And you have very good reason to be.” He whispered softly into her face, speaking slowly, deliberately, malice dripping from his voice like sacrificial blood. She winced deliciously as he knotted his hand ever tighter into the hair at the back of her head.

She opened her mouth to say something rebellious, but he cut her off by yanking her head backwards hard and to the left, giving himself plenty of swinging room for the right hand he laid savagely across her face leaving an angry crimson print.

“Shut it.”

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The Lilith Obsession, Part the First

The Wanting of Lilith

That fucking bitch.

When he got his hands on that fucking bitch, she would not enjoy what he had in mind. Oh how he wanted to have her, possess her, dominate her, own her like a pet. She had the fucking brass to stick her pretty little tongue out at him from between her pretty little teeth. He liked that defiant streak about her, it gave him a raging hard-on, truth be told, but he wondered if she’d be so ballsy if she weren’t so sure she was out of his reach. He’d like to find out.

Nevertheless, she was out of his reach, most probably forever. Lucifer was nothing if not a man of his word, and he’d given his word to that ineffectual hack. It soothed his pride sometimes to know how jealous the little prick was of him, and well he should be. Lucifer dominated through sheer force of will, and his slaves were his willingly. The bearded pussy gained his supplicants by threat of becoming Lucifer’s playthings, and even then he got only the miserable, self-loathing twits of the world. It was ironic that Lucifer wouldn’t want them in the first place. “For I the Lord thy God am a jealous God…” Indeed. Blowhard.

Contrary to common wisdom, Lucifer didn’t give a rat’s ass about the big-name women who sucked on Yahweh’s toes. While Eve or Mary might serve some small need for his sadistic tendencies, they could easily be replaced by any cunt in a church pew. Pastor’s wife or Little Miss Silver Ring Thing in the front row would be a more than adequate replacement for that. Lucifer understood the emptiness of domination of the weak, and suspected that the jerkoff in the sky did too, though from a different perspective. Domination is about strength of will. It’s about triumph. There is as much glory, as much honor, as much victory in conquest of the kitchen mop as there is in subjugation of those two muppets. They weren’t even worthy of his derision.

But Lilith, she was another matter entirely. She who gave the finger both to Adam and to that unjustifiably arrogant All-Powerful Sun God. She would be a worthy trophy. She just might be worthy of his bed. “I will not lie below,” she had said. Well, maybe not for Adam, bitch…

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