Her eyes shot open, suddenly blood red, and she howled in rapturous euphoria. She froze, James’ strong arms embracing her. XXX “What…?”
“Claire isn’t dead, James,” responded the demoness. With a little resistance, Lilith pushed a moistened finger into James’ asshole. “Ishtar,” Lilith spat the name. Plummeting through the sky, the bright sun and white clouds far above him, James looked down at the Earth for the last time. He felt no weakness in his willpower being exploited by his magic. You said-”
Lilith interrupted him, explaining herself. “I guess gods are real then, huh?” he said. He awoke on the floor of his bedroom, smiling peacefully, as his mistress’ words echoed through time and space to reach him.
