The Wanting of Lilith
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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Lucifer had spent centuries half-heartedly looking for a loophole in his promise to the SkyTard. Sometimes, he rather enjoyed the gotcha moment of finding such loopholes, but not this time. For the conquest of Lilith to have any honor, he’d have to go about it entirely above board. He could probably just ask to be released from it, and his request would probably be granted without a second thought. The promise had been made, after all, before Lilith’s big moment. ToothFairy boy would probably be all too happy to hand her sweet little ass over, bound, gagged, and gift-wrapped with leather accessory kit, unless the peckerhead was just feeling spiteful. That was always a possibility. No, if he knew Yahweh, it was a probability.
As much as he longed to viciously violate that ass, there was no challenge there either, and that route would just sully the prize. Besides, Lucifer wouldn’t lower himself to ask that dweeb for a goddamned thing (so to speak). So how to go about it?
He’d been working on an idea.
“What’s on your mind, Lu?”
“You know very well what’s on my mind. Do not patronize me, and stop calling me that.”
“Well somebody got up on the wrong side of someone else’s bed this morning…”
“Fuck off. Play the game fairly or get out of my face.”
“Alright. Your thoughts are your own.”
“Your word on it, on pain of the souls of the world.”
“You know I can’t lie. My word on your terms.”
“That right there is a lie. Spinning the truth like you do is as dishonest as it gets. …and somehow, I’m ‘The Great Deceiver’.”
“You see things your way, I see them mine, Lu.”
“No wonder that Kansas idiot adores you.”
“She’s very cute.”
“I don’t want her. You can keep that one.”
“I intend to. So back to you, Lu. What’s up?”
“Alright, Lu-cifer,” he spat rather snottily, making a five-year-old’s face. “You want something, and as I’ve closed off your thoughts, I don’t know what it is. What is it you want?”
This was going about as expected. Manipulating his High-ass would be a simple matter. It was Lilith who would be the challenge here.
“I want you to give me her soul. In trade, I’ll give you all the others.”
“The Hell you say! What in Heaven makes you think I’ll just give you the mother of my son?”
Lucifer snorted with all the scorn he could muster. “Pfft. Not that little tramp. What the fuck would I want with that obsequious little mouse? I want Lilith, and I’ll trade you the rest.”
He watched the holy gears turning in idiot boy’s head. He could almost hear him thinking, ‘Lu must want her pretty bad. I think I’ll be a prick today.’
“You can’t have her either.”
“Not even for all the souls in my pocket? Let’s make a bet, and those will be the stakes. I win, I get Lilith. You win, you get everybody.” This game was over before it started. It was like taking the proverbial candy.
“What sort of bet do you have in mind?” So competitive, yet so doomed to lose.
“hm… No. She has to do it herself. With full knowledge of the consequences.” Well, that might be a little more difficult. Lilith was known for a lot of things, but masochism was definitely not one of them. Still, it was perhaps doable.
“Only to herself, not to everyone else. She doesn’t get to know about the bet.” Lucifer wasn’t about to let him have that much advantage. “And I am to have free rein.”
“Throw in yours, and we’ve got a deal.” Hook, line, and sinker.
“I will serve you eternally, and praise your name forever if I lose.” Ew. He thought he might throw up at the thought.
(Inspired by this comment, by The Boy.)
From whence came the art:
The images in this post, from top to bottom, are titled Lilith, by seriykotik; Lucifer, by Truus, Bob, & Jan too!; Yahweh, by
johnivara; and Aniuta, by Zinin Alexei and are licensed by the respective artists under the Creative Commons Licenses found at the links (or you can click the images).