AN: Muaha! I know what I'm going to do. Anyway, let me know what you think, and please enjoy!

VIII

It'd been three days since the End of the World didn't happen. Things were as back to normal as they could be, but they still felt slightly off. She couldn't place why, simply assumed it had something to do with the fact that she knew what was supposed to transpire, and never did.

Lilith couldn't help but wonder what would happen now. A "friendship" had formed between her and two unlikely beings that she never thought she'd see again. She'd like to say she helped, but honestly, what had she done? She'd been asked to find little Adam Young and the human she tasked with it didn't manage, so that meant she'd failed. Other than that, she was literally along for the ride.

So, would she simply retreat back to her own life? It would make sense. She'd only met Crowley and Aziraphale by accident, and it wasn't as though they'd bonded over what happened. It wasn't a "bonding" sort of situation.

Perhaps going back to the way things used to be would be the best option?

Lilith lifted her drink to her lips and sipped on the burning alcohol while she looked out over the sea of patrons. Through the dark lenses of her sunglasses, she could still see the waves of desire pulsing off their bodies as they rubbed against one another. She felt it against her skin, the way it landed on her and lingered, like standing in a thick fog. But this, this sort of emotion, fed her. She needed it, even if she wasn't a real fan of it.

Desire, lust, and longing were base emotions, primitive. They had no true substance and were no better than eating chicken broth was for a starving man. Love, on the other hand, was amazing. Love, when it was true and real, was a ten-course dinner with everything one could possibly want. It was an incredible thing to feel and feed off of, but rare.

Usually, the moment Lilith even sensed love and drew near, it would change into one of the others. It wasn't the person's fault of course, it was her own. They couldn't help it. She'd worked it out ages ago. Lilith had "spurned" God's gift of marriage and a life, turned her back on it and the love she'd been given. In return, Lilith would never receive love again.

Sometimes, when she'd slipped into the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind, Lilith would wonder if Adam even loved her. It never seemed he had, which made God's curse all the crueler. In the end, perhaps no one had ever, or would ever, love Lilith.

After six-thousand years, Lilith still felt the pain of loss when Adam turned his back on her. She still felt that heartache whenever she was alone. She really did love him as much as anyone could love someone, and despite everything that happened, she'd give anything to feel something other than indifference towards another person. Anything real. The years had made her jaded, she knew.

As she sat there staring out at the people, the ones whose lives were precious because they were so short, the ones who felt everything so much stronger than she did, a bit of movement caught her eye. It was actually the lack of movement that did it. While everyone else danced and swayed, grinding against one another for just a bit of contact, he didn't move a muscle.

There, right in the center of it all, stood Crowley.

His head was cocked slightly back, his hands in his pockets, and he was completely still. Despite the sunglasses, she could tell he was staring directly at her.

Her brow furrowed. Lilith sat up a bit straighter than before, her hands curling around the slope of her chair's arms as she did. She waited for him to move, to say something or motion to her, but he did nothing for what felt like the longest time. Minutes passed, easily, until something finally happened. It was so slight that she might not have noticed it if she hadn't been watching him so closely. Crowley jerked his head just a bit, silently beckoning her to him.

For whatever reason, Lilith complied.

She rose to her feet, driven by an odd sensation she hadn't felt in more years than she could count. She was curious, and that was more than enough.

She glided easily off her dais and through the crowd. They seemed to be parting for her, as a matter of fact, which only gave her a better line of sight to the demon standing in their midst. With their eyes still locked, Lilith drew ever-nearer until she stood less than a foot from him, barely having to look up given the height of the impressive shoes on her feet.

The music continued to thrum around them, the bass so deep that it rivaled a heartbeat in her chest. Lilith tilted her head to the side and with a curled finger, tugged her sunglasses down just enough that she could see him with her eyes. Crowley showed his first true sign of life and did the same, revealing his golden yellow, serpentine orbs while his glasses hung on the tip of his nose. They sparkled with sinister mischief.

The ginger snake said nothing and an instant later, she felt his hand on her hip. It glided just beneath the hem of her shirt until the heat of it rested against the slope of her waist. They began to move shortly after, to sway along with the music just like everyone else.

Lilith enjoyed herself, enjoyed writhing against him, and the way his hands felt on her. For the first time in a long while, she enjoyed being just like everyone else.

With her back to his chest, the world around them disappeared as they openly groped one another on the dance floor. The fires of lust were growing inside Lilith, stoked by the demon at her side and the people around her. Their energy poured into her and it made her almost drunk with power. It was intoxicating in every sense, and Crowley played right into it.

She was undone when she felt a hand of his glide through her hair. The tips of his slender fingers gripped her locks and pulled just enough to send a shockwave through her. That was all she could stand.

Lilith spun to face the demon behind her, staring up at him with eyes she knew were blazing. He grinned down at her. The bastard was completely aware of what he'd done and had clearly gone there with specific intent, and who was she to deny it? That would make her a bad hostess.

"Come with me," she told him. She could hear the way her voice had already twisted.

She didn't give him a chance to answer. Instead, Lilith grabbed Crowley by his lapel and pulled him along.

"Ha!" He let out a loud boisterous laugh as he followed behind with a wide smile.

Lilith guided Crowley through the crowd, beyond the door that led to the back, through the halls, and into her office. She let go and spun to face him again. Still grinning, Crowley kicked the door shut fancifully behind him.

He arched a brow, standing there with a level of confidence that simply didn't exist within human men. He reached for his sunglasses and tossed them aside. She did the same. As before, Crowley suddenly smiled wide and let out a gleeful sort of chuckle before he raced toward her. He lifted Lilith into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her back hit the far wall an instant later.

There was no hesitation like before, no pause for a breath even. Instead, Crowley kissed her and Lilith happily returned the sentiment.

They pawed at one another. Lilith peeled his jacket from his shoulders, which he shrugged off and promptly let fall to the floor. Together, they did the same with her shirt, though had to tear their lips from one another to get it over her head. It soon joined his jacket. Almost the same moment, he pulled her back from the wall and almost immediately, they were at her desk. Crowley sat her down on top and went in to kiss her again, but paused suddenly.

"Is there still Holy Water in the desk?"

Lilith smirked to herself at the worry in his face. "Yes."

He grimaced just a bit, as though he thought the Holy Water would suddenly spring out from a drawer like Old Faithful and douse them both.

"Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs."

His smile returned and when it did, Lilith moved. She sailed away from him faster than most could comprehend and raced up the spiral staircase. She stood over the railing staring down at him.

"Come on, then."

He chuckled and disappeared into a puff of thin smoke that vanished as quickly as he had. When she heard his laughter next, he was standing behind her in the doorway that led to her bedroom.

"I'm waiting," he teased.

Her expression turned downright sinister as she stalked toward him. Lilith reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It soon went the way of her shirt and Crowley's jacket –completely discarded.

His attention diverted for obvious reasons and she genuinely enjoyed the hungry look in his eyes. The closer she drew, Lilith had begun to untie her leather trousers. They would already be difficult to remove, but she never had the chance to truly attempt it. To her surprise, Crowley –with eyes darker than she'd ever seen- lifted his hand, thumb and forefinger pressed together. Lilith paused.

"Oh no, cheeky devil,"she told him. "You'll have to work at it."

He seemed intrigued and lowered his hand. When he had, she finally reached him.

"Now," Lilith shoved against his chest and Crowley was only too happy to fall onto her black linens when she did. She stepped forward and planted her knee on the bed near his hips. The other one soon joined until she was straddling the smiling demon. "Be a good little boy, hm?"

Crowley, smiling wide, shot up. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her close and said, "Like Hell."

He instantly bit into the top of her breast and fell back onto the bed, taking her with him when he did.

Beelzebub sat in its high-backed chair, its "throne", while flies continued to buzz around its head. It glared hatefully to the room which was primarily vacant except for Hastur, Dagon, and a couple others.

"Bloody Crowley," Beelzebub growled. "Bloody angels… bloody Lilith!"

The demon Lord's voice turned shrill and hateful. It echoed off the stark walls of the once-courtroom. Beelzebub turned its gaze outward where it landed on the still-white body of a claw foot tub.

Nothing went like it should have. There was no war with the angels. There was no more Antichrist. There was no Hell on Earth. There wasn't even a tiny skirmish. For Satan's sake, they didn't even get to execute Crowley like they'd hoped to!

Everything was wrong!

Beelzebub was filled with such rage that it didn't know what to do. It wanted to fight something, to kill something, and maybe eat a baby or two, just to have something to do.

And then, the thought came. It was a brilliant sort of thought, an evil sort of thought that actually curled the demon's lips into a smile.

"I know what to do," Beelzebub said. Its eyes found focus on Hastur and Dagon. Beelzebub leaned forward, resting its elbows on its knees and interlocking its fingers. "If we can't fight Heaven, we can have the world. We don't need the Antichrist to take it. Humans have one foot down here, anyway, so, let's help 'em along, shall we?"

An equally slimy and cruel smile spread across both Hastur and Dagon's thin lips.

"How we gonna do it, then?" Hastir asked, barely bothering to hide its glee.

Beelzebub's gaze drifted between the two. "Lilith," It said with a serious expression. "Bring me Lilith. We're going to use her blood."