Satan had accomplished his goal on Earth, but could feel no joy in his success. For many long hours, he restlessly flew above the land and the sea, avoiding the way back to his realm, where his subjects faithfully awaited, so the sun was already setting when he tired at least. He searched for a spot to comfortably rest, and stopped at the sight of an island surrounded by coral, all covered by fine grains of sand, tinted rose by the evening light. And beneath the sea water, just next to the shore, between white coral and violet, caressing waves, a fair woman was bathing.

More than fair, Satan saw as he softly descended. Tall and sensual she was, with fat hips and breasts; skin impeccably smooth; long hair redder than the setting sun above, redder than the fire in Satan's realm below; and her semblance like a dream of long-forgotten stars. "Sin?" he called, perplexed, since the woman's appearance was similar to his lover's in past days.

The woman swam towards the shore, reclined her lovely body on the sand, and said, "I'm afraid that you confuse me with another, as my name is Lilith, not Sin."

"My apologies, Lilith, you may call me Samael. May I lie and rest by your side?"

"You may…" agreed Lilith, but seemed doubtful. She raised her still-wet self and inquired, "Samael, why? For your misty eyes are blind? And are you sure you don't already know me?"

"Not to your beauty, at the very least," replied Samael. And, weary of doubts, he replied to question with question, "why do you reckon I should lie you?"

Lilith did not blush at the praise. "I just thought," she explained, "that you might be His messenger, sent to drag my poor person back to the man, who was not very pleased by my leaving."

"Whose messenger you mean? And who would be that displeased man?

Lilith lay back on the sand, appearing to relax. "The Lord's messenger," she answered with slight scorn, "and the man is called Adam."

"Adam? Was that one your husband?"

"He was. Have you met him?"

"I have heard some gossip about him. They say he is unsightly, talks too much and says nothing of content, but brags continuously."

Samael did not clarify who had told him those things and Lilith did not seem to care. "This is nothing," she said, almost bursting with rage all of sudden, "he did not respect me one bit, he saw me as an object, a toy! He tried forcing on me… things… like I would ever permit that, like I was a mere frail, pretty clay figure!" Lilith was leaning closer as she spoke, and the fury in her eyes was now reaching her lips, in the form of a terrible smile. She paused. She laughed, twisted and hungry. "But you," she resumed speaking, while savagely grabbing Samael's delicate wrist, "you do seem… quite frail… and very much pretty indeed." Saying so, she pulled his tender body towards hers.

Samael did not resist, but calmly observed the woman's dark eyes. He perceived the void in her gaze: She was dumb as his Eve used to be. Yet while Eve in her dumbness was tame, placid, and sweet, Lilith's spirit was malevolent and bitter; all fiery, undiscriminating wrath. She had never tasted the fruit, Samael knew without doubt, and—he shuddered—he very much hoped that nor she ever would. Yet he shook off those thoughts and, ironically, smiled. "I'm afraid that you confuse me with another, as it does appear to me that you, Lilith, are attempting to force yourself upon me. Neither I," he spoke slowly, while licking red, curved lips, "am no mere pretty, frail figure of clay."

Lilith had been confused indeed, she saw, as the creature against her, still held by her hand, did no longer appear as a dainty, slim man, but as a terrifying, colossal beast, composed of smoke and of fire. The smoke chocked Lilith and the fire burnt her white skin, yet she did not release her cruel grip, but even tightened it more. "I see now," she asserted, "that you are no frail piece of clay. But just in case that's still unclear, nor am I." Having said that, Lilith transfigured her body as well. No beautiful woman held now Samael, but a dark beast composed of nails and of teeth, painfully wounding with sharp cuts and bites. He reached even closer.

The two became one: a sole being of fire and teeth, of thick smoke and of nails. And it burned and bit its own limbs, it chocked and cut, it screamed for the heavens in agony and torment. Yet it did not slow it's swift rhythm, as its passion could only increase, until the velvety climax arrived.

The sky was deep purple and black; the air salty, breezy, and chill; but the sand still retained the pleasant day's warmth. They lay together, now man and woman-shaped, they bodies rejoicing in tired, sweet ache.

"It was good," said Lilith, still occasionally coughing, bright burns on what had been immaculate skin.

"It very much was," agreed Samael, covered by cuts and teeth marks. He rested his head on Lilith's hot, welcoming lap.

With gentleness and care, she ran fingers through dark waves of hair. She said, "now I have lain with another. The man has no claim over me anymore."

"Do not worry regardless," replied Samael, "the Lord has made Adam a new woman named Eve. None of them should bother you again."

"A new woman?!" yelled Lilith, rising abruptly. "The bastard! The cheater! And that Eve whore… I will show her! I will never forgive her! I swear you now, Samael, I will slay her children one by one! I will make her regret being made! I will make her regret taking my man!"

Samael smiled once again, as he felt no fear from her anger or her words. He thought of his own children… Would he love Lilith? Perhaps, perhaps not. Would she be his ally? Yes, for sure.

He caressed her cheek and said, calmly, "that, you will do." He kissed her lips, and perceived how the peace returned to her mind. Content, he lay his head anew between plump, comforting tights. He breathed the salty, fresh air. He slept.