It All Started with an Apple: 1, #1

By Amie Gammon

It All Started with an Apple" is a deliciously, dark novel in which love, envy, and the supernatural are interwoven. The story begins with Lucifer confronting Lilith about Eve's reincarnated soul, now known as Aelia Blakely, in a fit of jealousy and rage. Unable to let go of his former lover, Eve, Lucifer begins a quest to locate Aelia. By utilizing his abilities, he transforms and observes Aelia, who is unaware of her connection to Lucifer and past existence.

Lucifer's plan to seduce Aelia and make her remember her past life involves entering her dreams and awakening her deepest desires. The narrative also delves into Lucifer's past, focusing specifically on his fall from grace, which caused his obsession with Eve in the Garden of Eden. The novel delves into themes of temptation, as Lucifer manipulates Aelia's dreams, attempting to influence her choices and ultimately possess her heart as she did his eons ago.

In this captivating story, we delve into the intricate emotions of Lilith as she navigates her complicated relationship with Lucifer and their shared past. The plot takes place in a surreal world where the boundaries between dreams and reality become indistinguishable, leaving the characters struggling to unravel their true identities and deepest desires. As Aelia grapples with her conflicting emotions towards Lucifer, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery, and the story takes us on a mesmerizing ride full of unexpected twists and turns.

 

As the narrative gradually unfolds, Aelia notices Lucifer's lurking presence around her. As the story progresses, their interactions become more intense, leading to a climactic and dramatic confrontation. In this tense moment, Aelia is forced to confront her past and make a pivotal decision that will significantly impact her future.

 

The novel is an enchanting fusion of fantasy, romance, and horror, immersing the reader in a richly atmospheric and vividly detailed narrative. Its exploration of love and power's complexities is emotionally resonant and intellectually stimulating. At the same time, its examination of the consequences of past actions is both poignant and thought-provoking. Against a backdrop of supernatural intrigue, the novel weaves a tale of timeless conflict between good and evil, drawing the reader into a world of mystery, suspense, and breathtaking wonder.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amie Taylor
• Release date: Mar 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224284764

Book preview

1

Lucifer & Lilith

Lilith cowers in the corner of Lucifer’s lair, fighting for air as he holds her neck within his iron grip. His long nails cut into the flesh of her neck. His emerald eyes begin to turn red, a show of his rage. The regret in Lilith’s eyes show, she wishes she had not told him that she found Eve’s soul reincarnated, offered to take him to the woman. Lucifer is her lover, and he has been for eons, ever since Adam and God banished her from Eden.

This is the last time that I will warn you, if you do not take me to Eve, I will rip you apart to where you will never be able to heal, Lucifer hisses between his clenched snake- like fangs. He loosens his grip long enough for Lilith to breathe an answer.

Alright, my lord I will do as you ask, just promise to not forget the loyalty that I have shown you for centuries. I mean no disrespect, I just value my place beside you, Lilith gulps, her dark eyes sliding to the floor.

Jealousy is an emotion known to all things, human, animal, or spirit. Just take me to Eve and I will call a truce this once Lilith, Lucifer growls.

Lilith grabs his hand, closing her eyes she shows Lucifer with her powerful mind, his reawakened Eve, now known as Aelia Blakely. She closes her eyes tighter, feeling his mixed emotions shoot through her until breaking their connection completely. As she opens her eyes, Lilith finds that Lucifer has vanished. There is no reason to react because she knows where he has gone. He has gone to Aelia, his precious Eve’s reincarnation.  Lilith howls like a wounded animal, shaking the entire inferno before taking her half snake, half woman form. She slithers to the very depths of Hell to be with her and Lucifer’s offspring.

Lucifer can hear Lilith shriek from the very pits of his fiery home- even with him being on Earth. He smiles wolfishly at her jealousy and rage. In truth, he cannot stand Lilith outside of their mating. Sending her into a blind rage gives him pleasure, after listening a bit longer to her agony, he begins to look around. It is late, barely after midnight on earth. His eyes search his surroundings until stopping at the bedroom window of a sleeping Aelia.

Lucifer closes his eyes, focusing on his power until transforming himself into a thick mist. He seeps easily into the cracked window to the soft velvety carpet of Aelia’s bedroom floor. Taking the form of a black panther, he hides in the shadows of the dimly lit room. His nostrils flare at the scent of Aelia’s skin, like rose oil and lavender. He looks at her round- pale colored face, full pink lips, and perfectly proportioned nose with intensity. He wants a closer look, slowly he moves from the shadows until standing at the foot of her bed.

Lucifer transforms from the panther to a fallen angel. It is her, his Eve. He leans over the foot of her bed, sliding his hand beneath her silk sheet. Slowly, inching his hand up her thin nightgown to caress her thigh. The moment he feels her, he is plunged back in time when he was known as Samael-Gods most beloved angel.

Samael perched in the tree of knowledge watching as Eve bathed in the shimmering waters of Eden. He was still so unsure and untrusting of these humans his father created to the point of obsession. Eve bewitched him-bringing forth feelings within him forbidden to all angels. He had managed to follow his father’s command of no contact with her or Adam until this day. Eve descended from the waters and began to approach the tree of knowledge-something she never dared before. Samael’s father made it clear that the tree was off limits to her and Adam.

Eve was so beautiful as she stood beneath the tree-her grey eyes ravishing the forbidden fruit. He wanted a closer look becoming so mesmerized by her, he leaned down a bit further than planned. He did not have the time to extend his powerful wings as he fell hard at her feet. Eve screamed until her eyes caught full sight of him. He wanted to fly away but the way she stared at him in bewilderment kept him frozen before her. His eyes met hers and he was gone, lost in a burning emotion later known as the great sin of lust. She held her delicate hand out towards his and he took it, letting her help him from the grass. The soft warmth of that hand intoxicated him-then she spoke.

Beautiful... her soft voice rasped. Can I touch your face, she asked. Samael could refuse her nothing as she raised her hand to his face. Her palm gently slid across his temple, his cheek, around his chin-where her fingertips traced the lines of his trembling lips. Innocently she asked if he wanted to touch hers. The moment his hand touched her face something shifted within him. He felt as if he were reborn.

Lightning bolts of electricity shoot through Lucifer as he forces himself out of his past memory. He suppresses a growl of agony at the undeniable evidence, only Eve could make him feel like this. He wants to keep touching her, wake her up and make her remember her past life. He bites back a loud growl forcing his hand from her flesh, knowing he needs to seduce his way into her life. He must make her come to him, it was all a part of the rules set for him and all humans when Lucifer was cast from Heaven. His eyes blaze red at the very thought of these rules that his estranged father had bestowed upon him. He could watch but never interfere unless the human’s soul was slightly tainted. For him to influence a human they had to commit a sin. This would be the first thing he would change after the war. It would be no different in Aelia’s case. All he had to do was enter her dreams, find her deepest desire, and play it against her. Century after century Lucifer had played the minds of humanity through their dreams. He collected soul after pathetic soul as food and strength for his army. His army of both demon and fallen angel. Angels that turned from God because of his undying devotion to humans. Like himself, the others had become jealous of God’s so-called children. And like he had cast Lucifer from the light, God too cast them from Heaven. A profoundly serious mistake, one that would cost him in the end.

Lucifer’s eyes flash back to gold, a wolfish smile spreads across his face. Yes, his so-called father never expected those lost angels to seek him out and become his allies. Together they would crush heaven and earth, devour all purity and grace. Together they were pestilence, famine, war, and death. Together they were legion.

Tick, tock, tick tock, the sound of Aelia’s clock rings in Lucifers ears as it rang in her head, forcing her eyes to open. He waited hours it seemed for dawn so that she would awaken. He makes himself transparent as she rolls over in her bed to look at the time -eyes growing wide seeing it is seven in the morning. She seems in no mood for the world today as she slides her feet and shapely legs from the warmth of her velvety blankets. She seems to be self-pep talking as she runs her delicate hands across her face moments before sliding from the bed and heading towards the shower. Lucifer’s eyes wash over her backside-from her long red hair that falls in waves to her mid back, to her perfectly crafted shoulders and back-lingering at the delicious curves of her hips and bottom. His desire to watch her bathe as he had when she was Eve sends him following behind like a slave would its master.

The hot water must feel soothing to Aelia’s body for she basks in the moment for quite some time before reaching for a bar of lavender soap. Lucifer fights the relentless urge to show himself to her by taking the soap and washing her body himself. His nostrils flare at the soothing scent of the lavender mingling with hers. He watches as she closes her grey eyes and lathers her hair and body sensually. He wants desperately to kiss those full pink lips of hers-nibble at that bottom one to draw just a trace of her blood. He aches to run his hot hands across her shoulders and chest-circling her hardened-dusty rose nipples. When he thinks he can take no more she finally reaches for the faucet and turns the water off.

Lucifer sighs in relief laced with disappointment as Aelia takes a deep breath reaching for her towel. After drying her hair, she wraps the towel around her naked flesh and walks to the mirror. She wipes the fog away from the glass and looks intensely at her reflection. His breath stills when he sees something he had not seen earlier in those grey depths-loneliness. When a single teardrop slides down her soft cheek, he finds himself compelled to wipe it away before it reaches her trembling lip. As before the feel of her flesh against his sends him to another time.

Eve and Samael sat for hours just talking, touching one another innocently at first until she asked for a kiss. He knew she was for Adam-to be his mate; it was forbidden to even be here with her. He knew it would be an unforgivable sin to kiss her, but he found himself whispering yes. Looking at one another in complete trust they lean in closer until their lips brushed ever so gently. Together they lost all sense of sin and law as if all that mattered in that moment was each other. Something unknown to Samael’s kind happened between his mighty thighs, a throbbing ache that turned hard like stone. Aching for something unknown to him he closed his eyes as she brought her small hand to caress his hardness. She leaned into him deeper until he was upon his back-wings tucked beneath him. Samael watched her contently as her hands traveled all over his body until his entire being was bleeding for hers. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist instinctively pulling her over to straddle him. He felt the soft curls at the aspect of her pale thighs tickling his hardness. He was not sure how, but he knew that he belonged inside of her, she shifted taking him into her hands. He held his breath as she guided his shaft deep inside of her. In this moment, all Samael’s loyalty and caring for anything other than Eve ended. He was madly infatuated with her, utterly in love.

Lucifer pulls himself from his memory like before to find Aelia is no longer in the bathroom with him. He shimmers to her to find she is now standing outside of a large building blasting music. A Fallen’s Paradise is the name on the huge neon sign hanging above the entrance. Amusing he thinks to himself since he himself is a fallen angel as he follows behind her. The moment Lucifer walks unseen into this club with Aelia he realizes this is her place of work. The atmosphere is sleazy with its ruby red walls and tacky black shag carpet. Inside there are both men and women that obviously have nothing better to do with their pointless lives than to come watch women prance around half naked while they drink themselves stupid. An evil grin spreads across his face as he reads their sins. Sins that would earn each of them a sentence with him in hell.

The agonizingly annoying voice of a man confirms Aelia does indeed work here in the bar. Lucifer grinds his teeth as the man tells her to get her plump ass backstage and help his dancers get ready before she herself gets ready. He turns to face Scott, knowing exactly whom he was from his birth to this very moment. He reads his sins like a novel as he finds himself anxious for his passing so that his soul will be claimed and judged. Scott Benson was a greed driven narcissistic woman beater and abuser. Also, he desires Aelia as much more than an employee. Lucifer is contemplating agonizing punishments he would release upon him when Aelia’s reaction to her boss interrupts. It would seem Aelia has her own thoughts on her boss as she smiles sarcastically at him before giving him the finger. Lucifer finds her rebellious reaction very amusing until her boss tells her a pretty face and sweet tits can be found a dime a dozen. This takes Aelia down a notch, yet it makes Lucifer see red, lucky for Scott Aelia choses this moment to head towards the back.

Backstage it just as cheap as the front and full of sinners, it takes all Lucifer’s will power not to reveal his presence to these ignorant women. Candice, Brigit, Cassie, Roberta, Dana-they were all the same to him. Each woman sharing two common sins-vanity and greed. He continues to watch them as they all rush towards Aelia at once-with no regard for her needs. He is surprised to see her aura light up with a caring smile on her beautiful face. It becomes noticeably clear that these women are family in her eyes. Her voice is kind and gentle as she sweetly requests, they give her a moment and she will help them one at a time. One after the other Aelia helps them with corset strings, stuck zippers, tangled wigs, and wrinkled costumes until Lucifer thinks he will lose it in boredom. He is more than tad bit relieved when they all finish and go away. Lucifer wants to follow Aelia and see what she is like, what she does daily, but this was too much.

The sound of high heels clickity clack behind Lucifer and he turns with Aelia to find another woman approaching. Shelby Martin, hardly the type of young woman to be working here as a dancer. Shelby was raised a devout Catholic until her parent’s died in a car crash on her fourteenth birthday. Shelby was left broken and a bit angry with God-yet never faltering in her belief of him. Shelby is a very shy and mousy little human-Lucifer knew this because like his father he could read and see all on earth. As she continues to walk over, he takes the liberty of reading her weak mind. Lucifer is amused to find her thinking about how the gust of wind outside tonight was unnatural-hot against her face instead of cool like most October winds. How quaint it is that she was correct-the wind being so warm was his doing. He wonders if maybe little Shelby truly can sense evil. He digs deeper to discover she has come to tell Aelia about their boss booking a live band for the bar tomorrow night. She thinks the band is strange and evil due to their band name. ‘Hell’s Bandits.’ An interesting title but they were hardly followers of darkness.

Lucifer finds himself incredibly pleased when Shelby voices her feelings to Aelia, and she reacts in annoyance. It is abundantly clear she cannot stand it when religious folks judge everything that is different as evil. Her reply is sharp and short as she tells the silly woman-child she really does not have time to talk anymore about it. Regret mars Aelia’s face as Shelby takes the hint and scampers away like vermin from poison.

The moment she is finally alone-thinks she is alone that is Aelia begins to look through a closet full of costumes. Lucifer watches her with desire as she runs just the tips of her finger across many silk corsets, he finds himself yearning to be one of those items. What will it be tonight her mind whispers, red lace? Black velvet? Purple leather? Virginal white? In the end she decides what she chooses truly does not matter for the affect would be the same. In the bar there were nothing but a bunch of drunken fools ogling her breasts and legs like vultures stalking prey. She knows they could never truly see her-the real Aelia that is buried deep beneath her haunting beauty.

"Oh, how wrong you are my sweet,’ Lucifer thinks as he suppresses the bleeding need to wrap her in his raven wings.

Aelia’s emotions seem to flow right through Lucifer as she stands in front of the full-length mirror of the dressing room. She indeed chose her costume well as it would no doubt make the lustful men in the bar howl with hunger. The thought of them looking at her makes him angry on one hand and proud on the other. He smiles a wolfish grin as he lets his eyes slide to the velvet top that her creamy-full breasts are nearly spilling from. The tiny silver clasps would make it almost easy to undo it-releasing her deliciously enticing nipples for his eyes and mouth to devour. Funny he thinks to himself, great minds really do think alike as he again reads Aelia to find she chose it for that very reason. She winks at her reflection-turns with confidence she will receive huge tips and heads for the door back to the bar.

The sound of Rob Zombie, My Durango fills the club by the time Aelia is behind the bar and no longer assisting the dancers backstage. Monkeys Lucifer thinks to himself-those girls were all just talking monkeys. His eyes wash over all in the club, stopping on a group of college girls and their lesbian friend. He knows he could read all their thoughts and desires and so out of boredom he does. He growls in jealousy as he finds the lesbians thoughts are on Aelia and the fact that she has not had a woman to share her sheets in an exceptionally long time. Her thoughts scream that she should introduce herself to Aelia-that when a woman decided to be deliciously devious, she may as well go all the way. His blood runs cold as ice when the little vixen finally makes a move in Aelia’s direction. He broodingly watches as their eyes meet and flirty smiles spread across their faces. Feeling an inferno of rage building inside of him Lucifer knows he must leave before he releases his wrath on the entire bar. It was eons ago that he felt such an untamable rage as he was feeling right now, a rage that cost him a beloved pet before he even realized what he was doing. A single tear slides down his anguished face as the memory comes fast to haunt him.

Samael paced back and forth as he tried to control the sea of emotions that seemed to come from out of nowhere. He wanted desperately to understand his father’s need to create a new life in Eden. A life that was unlike himself and the other angels, one that had free will and forgiveness. The very second Adam was created from Edens earth Samael felt betrayed in some way-like he was no longer loved above all his father’s creations. He had this nagging feeling that this man would do nothing but bring destruction to their father’s world. Before Adam, Samael could confide in his father and advise him on his creations. He tried with his might to get him to see reason and to be satisfied with the angels.  God simply dismissed him like he was not his first angel and beloved confident. Samael had always obeyed like his two dearest brothers and all Gods angels, this time he could not. As if sensing his turmoil Samael’s beloved Panther-Ebony followed him in his mad pacing. The enormous feline nudged just the tip of Samael’s golden tipped wing and what happened next was so fast it seemed unreal to him.

Samael’s usually immaculate golden hair was matted and unkept, shrouding his perfect marbled face. In his trembling arms he clung to the strangled body of his precious pet. Ebony’s pink tongue hung out and her eyes were glazed over in death. Samael cradled the beast as if it were a baby, sobs racked his body as he ran one hand through the tangled locks of his hair. What have I done? Who have I become? I am now the creator of death-the author of despair, he screamed, his anguish echoing through Eden.

Lucifer growls in despair as he awakens from his haunting memory of Ebony. Feeling his dark emotions coming to an explosive boiling point, he shimmers far away from Aelia and the woman standing next to her. He is not ready to return to hell or finished observing Eve’s reincarnated self. He finds himself in her bedroom thinking about all the things he desires to do to her. He wanted revenge when he first found that her soul somehow slipped from Heaven and was reborn. After years of trying to discover her identity his need for revenge was overwritten by his longing to know her as he knew her in Eden.

Hours later Lucifer’s green eyes go red with lust and envy as from the shadows of Aelia’s bedroom, he reads her thoughts. She is thinking about the girl from the bar, wondering if she would be better for her than some man. She always found women attractive-only experienced with one once as a young teen though. Lucifer is envious that some creature of God could even be an obstacle for him with Aelia. Yet the very sin of her thoughts is his key to influencing her dreams and contact her. As he waits for her to fall asleep, he contemplates what kind of dream to plant. His eyes caress every inch of her creamy flesh that her thin gown does not cover until he is ravenous in his maddening need to devour her-both body and soul.

Lucifer closes his eyes tight trying desperately to regain some small measure of control. Focusing all his energy he turns himself into a thick shadow, shifting his way to her bed. He is surprised to find Aelia’s grey eyes open wider as they catch a glimpse of his shadow. She stares frozen for several moments until closing her eyes. When she reopens them, she shakes her head in denial-thinking she really needs to start sleeping better. Her eyes again scan the room to see the shadow can no longer be found. She slides herself beneath her velvet comforter feeling a sudden chill in her room. In less than a minute Lucifer sends her into a deep slumber.

Aelia’s eyes scan her surroundings to find she is no longer in her bed-or even her bedroom. Everything is dark until her wondering eyes find she is not alone, there is a man kneeling with his back to a great wall. His head is bowed forward as if he is either asleep or praying. His long hair hides his face from her view, yet she cannot help but to continue to stare at him. He is naked. Exquisite-positively magnificent with his porcelain skin looking smooth and flawless. She finds herself wanting to reach out and touch it just to confirm it’s as soft as it looks. He manifests sensuous warmth and oh was he so perfectly formed masculine yet sculpted to perfection. The muscles in his long arms do not appear huge but somehow still powerful. Her gaze moves lower to his midsection, his lean hips, the flesh of his hip bones as he breathes steadily. His breathes the only sign that he is alive as he remains frozen like stone before her. His stomach is flat and rippling with just enough muscle. His thighs powerful, incredibly firm and even though he is still kneeling she can tell he is very tall. Convulsively she swallows the knot in her throat as she finds herself wondering if he is just as impressive between those strong thighs as he clearly is everywhere else. Silently she approaches him to find he is even more impressive at close range. Her voice cracks as she asks who he is and how she got here with him.

At first Lucifer does not respond to Aelia in any way, slowly he raises his head to search out her eyes. When she catches sight of his face, she is rendered speechless, something he suspects has never happened to her before. Her mind keeps whispering how terrifyingly beautiful he is-strong and fierce yet unyieldingly sensual. She thinks how strange it is that he seems made up of both male and female features. His eyes, however, seem to demand most of her attention-three different colors, green with flecks of gold and sea blue. He makes her so curious yet captivated with these eyes, rimmed by thick golden lashes. Potent affirmation of his sensual nature is reflected in those eyes as they stare into hers. She notes that these incredibly seductive depths seem to offer up everything while giving away nothing.

Lucifer’s lips curve seductively, pleased by Aelia’s thoughts of him. He is even more delighted to hear she finds his mouth nothing less than bewitching. His smile widens as she asks if he is going to speak. What would you like for me to say, he replies in a voice that’s smooth and flows over Aelia like a lover’s caress. She tells him she is in no mood to play games and that she just wants to know who he is and why she is here.

Life sometimes in a game Aelia, so tell me what I can do for you, Lucifer whispers seductively before in blink of her eye he is suddenly standing before her. He lets out an amused laugh as she nearly stumbles thinking how he is much taller than she even imagined. A deep growl of annoyance issues from the back of his throat as she closes her eyes in fear. Lucifer bends closer to her until his hot breath brushes across her trembling cheek. into her ear he uses a horse rumbling voice to let her know he means her no harm.  

Aelia opens her eyes gaping at Lucifer in utter confusion-thinking what could he possibly think she wants from him. Before now she had never crossed paths with him, if she had there was no way she would not recall. Her nostrils flare when they catch his exotic scent, strong and sexual reminding her of some rare spice mixed with tropical fruit. Before she knew it that incredible scent invokes sexual desires within her she never knew existed. So compelling and promising, hinting of his luscious flavor. She moans, trying not to fall prey to this overpowering allure.  

Aelia’s sensual thoughts of him are starting to get to Lucifer until he can no longer control his impulses. He wraps her red locks around his powerful fist, tugging her head back to force her closer until their lips almost but not quite touch. Seeing she is hypnotized by his action, his eyes glow brighter with greens and golds until he knows nothing matters in the universe to her but this moment with him.  Not giving Aelia even, a second to regain control his mouth descends firmly claiming hers in animalistic passion. Panicked by her own reaction to this kiss Aelia struggles against Lucifer-desperate to break this spell he has cast over her, he holds her fast to him inhaling her deep breaths into his lungs as if he was taking her very life essence into himself. She cannot breathe; the room begins to swirl all around as he senses her grow faint in his embrace. With a surge of great force Lucifer respires into her mouth, giving back her breath, which is mingled with his own.  

You are not ready, Lucifer hisses, releasing Aelia abruptly before turning away to vanish into thin air.     

2

Lucifer & Lilith

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Lucifer has returned home, the flames of the inferno rage with terrifying fierceness. The souls of the damned cry in agony and fear knowing he is angry beyond reason. His rage evident, the fiery pits quake and demons scatter like little rats into the deepest, darkest parts of Hell. Lucifer’s thundering footprints can be heard by even the deepest depths as he paces around, smashing all in his path. He sends soul after soul screaming in their eternal agony. The flecks of their burnt flesh blow like ash, brushing against his tattered black wings as he continues to walk untouched by the flames of his kingdom.

The boney fingers of the damned claw at Lucifer, begging for mercy they know they will never receive. Normally the agonizing screams and utter despair of these tortured souls would comfort him, give him intense pleasure. In this moment it is the lingering memories of his time of grace and glory, before his fall from Heaven that’s plaguing his troubled mind. He continues walking past the souls ignoring their cries as he crushes them beneath his mighty feet. He needs something, anything to cool his rage, Lilith is the only being he knows can take his wrath and survive it. His usually emerald-colored eyes flash red as the flames that flicker around hell’s inferno as he searches the very depths for Lilith. Everywhere he walks flames rise to raging heights, snakes and spiders crawl across the brimstone surface. Lucifer howls in despair, the booming sound shakes the foundation of hell cracking it wide open.

Lilith, come here! Lucifer commands. His pupils turn to slits like a serpent while his tongue splits-forked, slithering from his cracked lips as he takes his demonic form. A show of his power and rage.

The souls of the damned watch with lifeless eyes as Lucifer continues to change from fallen angel to Devil.  They tremble as his already impressive-monstrous height becomes tripled, to the point where he is nearly twelve foot tall. His usually flawless flesh becomes hardened like old leather from the fires that burned it during his fall from grace. His sensual lips become dry and filled with cracks that bleed as his forked tongue slithers between them. His blood red eyes now flash to black obsidian as if he is calling forth the snakes that covet the most secret corners of the inferno. Lucifers upper body remains mostly the same but is covered in cracks and veins that twist and spiral from his thick corded neck, down his long arms, past his wrists to his claw like hands. Hands in which his nails stand long and sharp like an animals-adding to his hideous physique. His lower body is that of a demon, covered in scales like a snake from his powerful legs and thighs-clear down to his massive feet that end in claws as well. Between his massive thighs his appendage hangs spiraled and monstrously long, covered in the same enormous purple veins as his arms. The mere sight makes the souls weep with loathing and shame for the way they lived their mortal lives, sealing their eternal fate in death.

The souls slink away from Lucifer as the entirety of the area is filled with snakes slithering their way towards him.  They know the cause of these reptiles means Lilith is answering their tormentor’s call. Lilith would no doubt partake in their punishments, make them a thousand times terrifying and painful. Lava begins to seep through the cracks in the foundation of hell-burning the damned souls until their cries of pure misery fill its very boundaries to bursting point.  Lucifers sadistic laughter shakes all occupants of hell to their core, their fear and agony becoming his bliss.

Lava covers the snakes as a great hissing-followed by a piercing scream echoing throughout Lucifer’s personal chamber. From the melting-disfigured snakes comes forth Lilith. Her midnight-colored hair hanging loosely to her tattered feet. Her naked body covered in scales, her eyes yellow burning with loathing and lust. Lilith looks first to the lost souls she finds pathetic and of little importance, then to her lord and master. She runs her lizard-like tongue across her dried-blood-colored lips as Lucifer’s eyes sear into hers. He is beyond angry that much is evident by his form, as well as the flaring of his nostrils. With the flick of her wrist, Lilith