“Yes, I am Lilith. But I’m no longer with that sadistic fucker. I left him centuries ago.” I answer Quinn without looking at him, keeping my eyes on the demon in front of me. “And Abigail, if you really think that I’m just going to hand over the book, or that you are going to be able to rip it from my hands, then you are a just as much of a dipshit as you are a slut.”

“Oooo, so hurtful Lil! Do I sense a hint of jealousy with those malicious words?” She croons.

I laugh out loud. “Jealous? Shit no! You can have him all to yourself! I wouldn’t want him back if he was last demon on Earth! So go ahead, be my guest, take him as your lover. You two are actually perfect for one another.”

“Well I’m glad to see you being so good about me being Lucifer’s number one girl, and it looks like you have taken in a lover yourself. Although, I am surprised that you would take on a human to bang.”

“We are not lovers.” Quinn ground out.

”Naaaw, such a shame! You haven’t changed a bit Lil, always screwing people over. Oh well! It’s just like the saying, a leopard never changes its spots?” She laughed. “Okay, so, back to business. Give us the book, or you and your lover die.”

“Oh yeah sure! I’ll just go get it for you! Wait right there.” I spit out a snarky response. I had placed the book in the hotel’s safe, located in the walk-in wardrobe with a spell to hide it’s location. I’m confident she won’t find it.

I instantly felt a tightness around my throat. She is squeezing and squeezing, cutting the flow of oxygen into my lungs, I can already feel my windpipes bruising from her power. There are now tears, a steady stream of them falling down my cheeks. I will not show you how much this is affecting me. I will not give you satisfaction of seeing me begging you to stop.

An evil smirk appears on her face as she continues to squeeze the life out of me and I just want to smack that look off of her. I’m trying to get in as much oxygen as I possibly can but it isn’t working. I start to see blackish grey spots as they pop up in my vision like fireworks. It eventually becomes too much and I drop to the floor. I look up to see Quinn looking down on me, uncaring, his eyes cold and dead.

Gone is the desire that had filled him only moments ago. The lust that was once evident in his beautiful baby blues had been eviscerated by a mere name. Lilith. Lucifer’s former lover. We had just gotten to a good place, a really good place in fact. He no longer saw me as the evil soul sucking demon that he had to begin with. He looked at me in a new light, a light that painted me as a good being, someone he could picture being with. Abigail had ripped apart the beautiful relationship that was forming when she revealed my true identity. In this moment, I hate who I am.

Holding onto a string of hope, I give him a pleading look which doesn’t change his mind, he just watches me being choked to death. Any further and Vee is going to die. I can’t let her die. I saved her from an early death and like hell am I going to let this twatsicle be the one to take it away from her. She’s disappearing, her life fading away, I can feel her struggle as she tries desperately to get a gulp of air into her lungs. We’re working together to perform this simple task, yet are failing miserably.

I feel Vee giving up, letting go, and I try to keep my hold on her but it’s no use. She’s a human and doesn’t have the resilience that demons do. She can’t handle as much as I can. I have to do something, but before I can think of a plan to stop Abigail, the pressure in my head, chest, lungs and throat go away. The only evidence that I had just been choked is the dull ache in my head which is starting to float away.

I’m so thankful that as a top tier demon, I have the ability of self-healing. I mentally nudge Vee to see if she is still alive and a whisper of life greets me. I sigh in relief and place her on her bed in her little room. She’s fragile and dainty, but the colour is returning to my skin, my breathing is becoming stronger. Not being able to handle the flood of emotions crashing down on me, I focus all that sadness and sorrow into unbridled anger.

“Come on now Lilith, do you really want to play this game?”

I look upon the she-demon who had my life in her hands, the permanent smug look on her face. “Eat a dick Abigail. That’s what you’re good at after all, isn’t it?” My voice comes out strained and hoarse.

She stomps over, slapping me so hard on the face that I spit blood out.

“Boys, go find where the book is while I take care of this traitor right here.”

Quinn flies into action but doesn’t get far before he is frozen in place by Abigail, looking quite like those statues that you find on the main streets in the city. You know, the ones that are usually painted in silver or gold. You think they are actually a statue and then Boom! They spring to life and change positions or scare unsuspecting pedestrians.

Lucifer had definitely given the bitch a boost of power, she was never this strong before, she was just a lowly mid-level demon who craved power. I was always having problems with her trying to usurp me from my position as Lucifer’s queen. She never wanted him for him, she only wanted power, she went mad for it. I showed her what would happen if she continued on with her pathetic vies for Lucifer’s attention, but she was so determined – or stupid, I couldn’t tell – that she had just kept on coming and coming. In the end I made her my little bitch and whenever I needed a stress release and Lucifer wasn’t around, or I needed to take my anger out, I would use her, torturing her in ways that would impress the CIA.

“And where do you think you’re going lover?” Her voice low and seductive.

She saunters over to Quinn, her small hand landing gently on his arm, lightly running it up, across his shoulder and then down his other arm. She leans in close and smells him, closing her eyes as she takes in the delicious scent.

“I understand why you would go for this human Lil, he smells delicious and he is very nice on the eyes. Seeing as though he seems to hate you right now, do you think I can have a go at him?”

She kisses him on the cheek, slowly working her way to his lips, looking at me she does it. She is goading me, trying to break me, showing me that she can take everything I have. I didn’t love Lucifer when she had taken him, I wasn’t even around when she did, but I wouldn’t have cared then, and I don’t care now. I was done with him the moment he hurt me. The simple act of showing authority, power and dominance over me.

I can see so much of him in Abigail, the way she shows off her undying power, the way she prances around like a fucking show pony, tail high in the air and head up, screaming out to the world, “look at me!”. My jaw clenches as she continues her display of affection. When she reaches his lips, she gives him a quick peck. “Hmmm, this isn’t as satisfying as I imagined it would be...” She snaps her fingers. “Of course! I know what is missing here!”

Abigail releases Quinn and says. “Kiss me lover.”

He grabs her head and plants his lips on hers, kissing her passionately.

A pain like none I have ever felt before bubbles up inside my belly. I am fully aware that he is only kissing her because he is being compelled to, but I can’t stop the hurt that is ripping through my heart. I’m experiencing the strangest mix of emotions. A real desire to end Abigail’s life is filling me to the brim and combating the utter pain that has engulfed me.

“You need to stop them.” I’m elated when I hear Vee’s voice enter into my consciousness. It’s a little weak, but it’s here, she’s here.

“I know.” Is all I can say.

Right then, I make the stupid mistake of looking up, and that is when I snap. Somehow the anger that was fighting with the sadness to take primary residence in me has won. The scene being played out before me is practically a porno as Quinn has Abigail pinned against the wall. He is grinding against her, kissing her neck, Abigail is moaning loudly and when she catches me staring at them, she winks at me. Quinn stops kissing her long enough to take her top off and then proceeds to kissing her again. She is about to take off his slacks when I use every ounce of energy I have in me to throw Quinn off of her.

I send him sliding across the floor as I launch at Abigail like a wild animal. I grab her by the throat and throw her across the hotel room. Unperturbed, she jumps back up and pushes me against the wall. I push against her powers and meander over to her, not phased. She starts flinging various items at me which I easily deflect with my own powers.

“Abigail, we’ve got the book.”

I whirl around. One of the goons is holding the Book of the Dead.

What the fuck! How the hell did they get passed my spell?!

The distraction is all Abigail needs to throw me across the room. My head, is the lucky one to meet the wall first, cushioning the blow for the rest of my body. I fall like a sack of potatoes, a sharp stabbing pain replacing the shooting pain through my head.

“Take the book to the boss now, he will be rather pleased that we have the book and the location of the main gate to the Underworld.”

Her goons disappear as she turns to me. “Well, it’s been a real pleasure Lil, and I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t stick around. It’s been fun catching up with you.” She glides over to Quinn, who is still lying on the ground where I threw him.

She bends down and touches his shoulder.

“Stay away from him.” I want it to be fierce, but instead it comes out as a poorly constructed threat. Slowly, I stand back up, stumbling my way towards her.

Abigail rolls her eyes.

She flicks her wrist, sending me flying out the window. The wind is whizzing past me, ruffling my hair as I plummet to the ground, buffeting in my ears, the sound becoming unbearable. I feel Vee panicking and I reassure her that she won’t be dying, at least not tonight.

Using the last ounce of energy I have, I close my eyes and concentrate really hard, picturing my bed in the hotel room. I’ve been depleted of energy, but if I don’t hurry up and get myself back in my room then I will have a painful greeting with the ground.

I try again and again, Vee now screaming at me as I fail to garner up enough energy inside of me to teleport in mid-air. I try again for the last time, but just as I feel myself floating up into the ether, I come crashing down onto a car.

I lay there, silent.

“V-V-V-Vee?” I stammer.

Silence. Nothing.

“Vee? Come on, talk to me.”

Again, Silence. I listen intently for the slightest sound, but nothing. I’ve been concentrating that hard on listening out for it that I fail to notice the many people screaming at me to see if I’m okay.

Go away! Leave me alone.

I feel numb.

I feel empty.

I should be feeling something, anything. Sorrow, depression, sadness, anything. But I can’t feel, and I don’t know how to.

I lay there on the crumpled car as medics fuss over me. I should do something about this situation. I should teleport somewhere, but I don’t have the strength, physically and mentally to deal with an exercise requiring every part of me.

“Vee, can you hear me?” I call out to her, in a desperate attempt to communicate. I know it’s futile. She’s dead. The woman I vowed to protect, the woman I had saved from death at the hands of her husband, has been taken away. Away by someone even more sadistic and psychotic.

I will make Abigail pay for what she has done.

I will enjoy holding her life in my hands as I slowly torture her for the rest of her days.

And when I’m done with her, I will kill her.

For Vee.