It was finally the day of feasts. After Lady Blackwood appeared on our doorstep and rambled off about how Prudence had to be taken care of before she hurt her or her children Sabrina came up with a master plan to expose the truth. Everyone had been getting the house ready and preparing for the night while I locked myself
in my room once again feigning some mysterious illness. However, things would be different that year. Instead of just spending the night alone as I had in years past Lilith had insisted that I sneak out and meet her. So I waited patiently for nightfall when I heard everyone arrive downstairs. I padded quietly down through the foyer and froze when I realized I hadn't timed my escape quite right. "And where is Sister Nicole on this most unholy of nights?" I heard Father Blackwood question. My mother's eyes landed on me before she ushered Father Blackwood further into the parlor, "My daughter has fallen ill. But not to worry I'm sure she'll be back to her usual antics in no time." With everyone sufficiently distracted I noticed my mom wave her hand signaling for me to go. I couldn't help the lopsided smile as I grabbed my keys and jacket. There would no doubt be questions later about where I was sneaking off to but at the moment that was a problem for future me. I made it over to Lilith's in record time. I felt like a love sick teenager the way I nearly flew to the door. Before I could even knock the door opened revealing my demoness standing there stoking the fire in my bones. My eyes traveled down her statuesque form and instantly my mouth watered. She wore an emerald green robe that hugged her curves in the most delicious ways and had a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. My eyes wandered back up admiring her perfectly coiffed hair and striking blue gaze. I quickly recovered, fixing my face. "Looks like someone was eager to see me," I smirked. The smile she gave nearly brought me to my knees. "Oh but darling, judging by that expression you had just a few moments ago it is you who's eager to see me." I wrapped my arms around her neck bringing our lips a breath apart, "then why don't you invite me in and let me show you, babe." Her eyes darkened at our proximity and her arms wrapped around my waist as she pulled me into her domain, closing the door behind us using her magic. I looked around the country cottage assessing my surroundings. It was still very much Mary Wardwell's aesthetic but Lilith's very essence lingered everywhere. It was like her magic was imbued in every crevice and swirled in the air around us. It was warm and familiar, almost like a safety blanket. She carefully slid my jacket off my shoulders pressing a kiss to my now exposed shoulder sending heat waves rippling through my entire body. "You know I'm disappointed, darling. The other night you got all dressed up for that impudent excuse for a high priest. Perhaps I wanted to see you in something just as scandalous," Lilith pouted. I turned, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, "I knew you were going to take off whatever I was wearing anyways." Cawing that resembled laughter broke out nearby and I noticed the raven perched near us. "You must be Stolas," I commented, making my way over to the bird. Its inky eyes studied me a moment before bowing its head. I tentatively reached out, running my fingers along its silky feathers. The raven nipped at my fingers affectionately. "He likes you," Lilith murmured, "but to be clear, darling, I did have more romantic intentions for tonight. I won't be stripping you bare straight away. Stolas has even agreed to give us privacy for the night, isn't that right?" At that Stolas flapped his wings and flew out a nearby window that had been open. "Romantic?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. She shot me a little smile as she placed her hands on my hips guiding me towards the sitting area set up in front of the fireplace. On the floor a blanket and pillows were set out and on top of it a spread of food. Our own little feast. Two wine glasses and a bottle in a bucket of ice. There were various sweets and sour candies laid out and.... "A pizza?" Her laugh was sweet and melodious, "what's wrong? Isn't this what you're supposed to do on a date?" I smiled, turning in her grip to kiss her. "Nothing is wrong. This is perfect. I just never expected the mother of demons to like pepperoni pizza," I explained smiling into our kiss. Her blue eyes lit up, "She's impartial actually. But she does enjoy the delivery boy it comes with and the delicious blush it brings to her lover's cheeks." My face grew warmer realizing that I had in fact been blushing at the thought Lilith put into everything. "Hopefully you don't devour me the way you did that poor mortal boy," I quipped playfully. She smirked at me as we took our seats, "Oh no, darling. I plan to feast on you in an entirely different way." I leaned into Lilith's side as she poured the wine and I fixed us two slices of pizza. Although I doubted Lilith still had an appetite after her meal from earlier. "I have one more surprise," She confessed. I looked at her puzzled as she grabbed the remote, turning on the television. Much to my surprise the beginning titles of Scream began to play. "Pizza and 90's horror movies. I feel like a queen," I jested snuggling further into her. Her eyes twinkled over the rim of her wine glass, "That's because you are my Queen, my love." Despite the light mood I felt the deeper meaning that came with her words. I studied her for a long moment debating on whether or not I should push the subject further but ultimately decided against it. As the movie went on I pushed the pizza box out of the way, opting instead to lay fully in Lilith's arms. "You know she really is awful at Horror movie trivia. If she were better things would've never escalated to this level," I criticized the frantic blonde Drew Barrymore. Lilith scoffed, "Please. It's all the mortal boy's fault. If he would've been a better boyfriend he would've never got captured and would've been able to rescue her." I smirked playing with our intertwined fingers, "if only she were dating a gorgeous demoness instead." She smirked down at me, "We would never have been in this situation. That silly little amateur would've been on his knees begging for mercy by the time we were through." The movie went on for a little while longer with Lilith and I making our commentary before we were completely entangled in each other. She took another sip of wine as my chin rested on her sternum. "How'd you know sour candy was my favorite?" I questioned. She set her glass to the side brushing my hair out of my face. "Intuition?" she suggested. I raised my eyebrow, "Intuition? And what about the movie?" She studied my features for a moment deep in thought, "I can't explain it. I just know everything about you. Your likes and dislikes. Your hopes and dreams. Your fears. All of it." This admission certainly piqued my interest. "Is it because of my role as your handmaiden? Is it the same with the others?" I asked softly. She shook her head bringing my wrist up to place a kiss above her mark. "Just you. It's as if you were made just for me," she paused a moment before continuing, "the way I feel when I'm with you... I haven't felt that since the Garden. You're like my own little slice of Eden with all the fire of Hell. You're the home I've been searching for since creation." A lump had formed in my throat as she spoke. She looked incredibly broken and vulnerable all at once. She had me at a loss for words at her confession. Anything I could have possibly said would pale in comparison so instead I surged forward capturing her lips with my own attempting to convey what I felt. After a long moment she pulled away. "I love you, Lilith," I murmured against her lips. Her smile made me melt further into her embrace as she kissed me again. "And I love you, Nicole Arcana Spellman," She said breathlessly. Emboldened by her confession I kissed along her jaw brushing her curls away from her neck. She let out a breathy chuckle, "Are you going to mark me, my love?" I nipped sharply at her jaw as my hand came to toy at the underside of her breast and she hissed in pleasure. "You're just as much mine as I am yours are you not?" Her pupils were blown wide with desire and she simply nodded in response, turning to bare her pulse point to me. Needing no further encouragement I dove down sinking my teeth into the soft flesh. Her moan was positively sinful as I flicked my tongue out to soothe the mark. I began to leave feather light kisses and gentle bites down her exposed chest. "As gorgeous as you look in this robe darling it's in my way," I teased, undoing the fabric. My breath caught in my throat admiring the Goddess that lay bare beneath me. Her hands ran teasingly up my thighs as she looked up at me smugly, "Are you going to do something darling or are you just going to continue staring at me all night?" I leaned down into a fiery kiss successfully silencing her. My lips trailed down once again kissing across her bare chest leaving little marks in my wake. When my tongue circled one of her already hardened buds her hand came up to tangle in my raven locks as I moved to the other. When she got tired of my teasing she pushed me down further. As I reached the apex of her thighs I was certain I had found my eternity. Who could possibly dream of Heaven when Hell tasted so sweet?
