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Story: Pinky Promise
Rated: T
Parings: BellaxEdward, AlicexOCxJasper (Polyamorous), CarlislexEsme, RosaliexEmmett
Summary: Bella should have asked how to pronounce Santa when she was younger, who would've thought she made a pinkie promise with the devil herself?
Chapter Warning: Language, Violence, Blood Mention
I love the name of honor;
More than I fear death
-Julius Caesar
Chapter 11: Terror
Terror demons were abominations that Lucifer designed when he reigned. He wanted to instill unfathomable fear into the mortals to drive them to suicide, which during his time, was a violent sin. Thus it was simple, the more demons that drove mortals to kill themselves the more souls Lucifer had in his hand. They were nasty things, infecting one person and through the mortal's paranoia and fear, then the mortals themselves passed on a little sliver of doubt to the next victim and that was enough for another demon to latch on to.
Lilith made sure to have control and reign over these demons when she was in charge. Locking them up in the Ninth Circle of Hell, her domain, was the only way Lilith could have control over the Terrors. So now she was not only scared out of her mind of a Terror in Forks, but she was also reeling on how one got out and was roaming the Earth.
"I'm getting too old for this shit." She grumbled.
Lilith was in Tokyo, searching for a Fallen Angel when Bella called, and she was still searching when she finished talking with her. Walking swiftly into an ally Lilith determined she would give up the chase in another hour. Soon Lilith found that wouldn't have to be the case. Hearing rapid footsteps rush behind her, Lilith quickly turned just in time to see a hooded man running at her. Seeing a blade in his hand, Lilith quickly side stepped out of his attempted thrust. The devil didn't have enough time to summon a weapon so she found herself defenseless, as slash after desperate slash came after her in the narrow alleyway.
When the man went for another thrust of his blade, Lilith ducked and rolled behind him, putting the assailing in a chokehold and attempted to disarm him. A second after Lilith saw stars as the man slammed his head back onto her own and she cursed as she stumbled and once again played the game of narrow cat and mouse. Lilith needed to get out of this ally, she was not trying to be injured or incapacitated when she had other matters at hand. Forming a escape plan while continuously dodging and counterattacking the rogue Fallen Angel, Lilith failed to notice another presence appear behind her.
Lilith heard the sound of metal sinking into flesh before she felt it. When she finally did comprehend what was happening, she let out a pained and furious cry; but before she could retaliate, the two assailants had fled with a victorious shout.
"Azza will rise!"
Lilith stumbled and leaned against the brick wall of the narrow alley, gritting her teeth as her hand made contact with the handle of the blade embedded in her.
"Fuck." She hissed, taking off the leather belt she was wearing with her attire, she folded it in half and placed it between her teeth. Flaring her nostrils, Lilith breathed harshly and counted to three before she pulled.
A guttural scream passed between her lips and clenched teeth as she pulled out the blade. Opening her mouth, Lilith let the belt fall to the ground. Wiping the weapon off with her jeans she took a look at the knife and blanched.
'Poisoned.' she thought 'Great just what I needed.' Now that she noticed, Lilith wasn't healing immediately and was still bleeding from her wound. She recognized the type of concoction used and grunted as she pushed herself off the wall. It would take a couple of days for the poison to clear out her system, that's if she didn't exert herself. Gathering enough energy and strength, Lilith focused on making herself travel back Forks.
Her destination and landing was a bit off.
Lilith literally face planted in the middle of the woods not far from her house. Cursing in multiple languages at the pain, she slowly picked herself up. Hand clutched to her left side, Lilith stumbled and staggered to her house. Her breathing was labored and she was for sure starting to black out from the constant blood flow leaving her body.
When she finally made it to her home, Lilith began searching for her first aid kit. Because of the poisoned blade she wasn't healing properly, meaning she was slowly but surely bleeding out from the open wound. She needed to stitch the injury together if she didn't want to be in a small coma for a week. Her hand placed upon the kitchen counter for support, Lilith braced herself for what was about to come next.
Rosalie knew that Lilith was different. It was the little things that she noticed first, when both of her siblings powerful abilities didn't work on the girl, that was a red flag. However as Rosalie studied Lilith more she noticed how her blood didn't call to anyone in the family. There was a scent, and a heartbeat, but the burning that accompanied breathing in a human scent was non-existent. Carlisle presumed it was something special, similar to Bella's shield but Rosalie knew better. The day when Bella and Lilith first came over, when she growled at the little chit for not accepting Esme's offer for food. Lilith glared at her and for a brief moment, Rosalie had felt such pure unadulterated fear. She had never felt such a feeling except for the fateful day she was turned.
The gaze was raw and powerful, ancient. From then on Rosalie watched the woman when she was near their family, trying to figure what she really was. Overtime they became tolerant of each other, but Rosalie still retained her suspicions. Today had been strange, Bella had come to their house with a grim look on her face. When Edward asked what was wrong, she brushed it off and said school was stressing her out. Bella was a terrible liar. It was Friday, so usually both Bella and Lilith would come over together, or if Lilith had work she would be picked up by Alice or Jasper to be brought over. Both Alice and Jasper as well as her husband were out hunting, so after a series of pleas and begs from her little sister Rosalie caved in and made her way to pick up Lilith.
So that's how Rosalie found herself standing in front of the girl's front door, knocking a few times before standing by with her arms crossed. She was annoyed, she could've been hunting with Emmett right now instead of having babysitter duty. As she listened to the footsteps come towards the door, something was off. Lilith was staggering and if Rosalie listened to her breath, it was harsh and ragged. Rosalie narrowed her eyes, she was not going to be chastised by Alice or glared at by Jasper if she brought back their mate broken.
When Lilith finally opened the door, Rosalie froze and she could've sworn her undead heart started up again in fear.
"Bella, I need some-shit, this day just keeps getting better doesn't it?"
Rosalie stared at Lilith, who answered the door, stark in her jeans and bra. That wasn't the defining detail that Rosalie noticed. No, it was the fact that there was pitch black blood slowly seeping from what looked to be a stab wound, which was half-way and hazardly sewn. Needle and thread was still in one of Lilith's hand and it seemed she was in the middle of stitching herself up when she confronted Rosalie.
Of course Rosalie did the sensible thing, she panicked. Quickly picking up Lilith, she was about to make a beeline toward her house, to Carlisle. He could fix this, he could-
Lilith wasn't in her arms anymore. Stopping and turning back, startled golden eyes stared at Lilith who was back standing at her front door, now wide open. She raised a brow at the blonde vampire.
"Don't just stand there Rosalie, the electricity bill doesn't pay itself."
Out of shock, Rosalie was on autopilot as she stepped inside Lilith's home. She was mindful of the blood that made a trail from Lilith's back door to her kitchen. She watched as Lilith settled back into what she was doing before she arrived. Rosalie noticed a glass of liquor was in her unoccupied hand and she herself winced as Lilith hopped onto her kitchen counter, which was littered with first aid materials. Taking a quick sip from her drink, Lilith placed her glass down and continued giving herself stitches.
"W-what happened? What are you?" Rosalie found herself asking. "Your blood I'm not attracted to it, it's like there's no smell and you disappeared out of my arms. What are you?"
Lilith grunted as needle pierced through flesh. "I believe the correct question would be 'Who' am I?'" she cursed as her hand slipped and paused, taking another sip of her liquor.
Rosalie sneered, wary now of what she was witnessing and facing. "Fine." She spat. "Who are you?"
"Satan."
A pause.
"What?"
Lilith raised her glass in a mock salute towards Rosalie. "Mhm, the only and only Satan, The Devil, Antichrist, Shiginami, whatever other religions call me."
"Cut the bull-shit!" Rosalie snarled, her hands were clawed, preparing to strike. If she was a threat to this family…
Black eyes stared at Rosalie for a solid minute before Lilith continued. "Rosalie Hale, killed and turned in the summer of 1933. One of your murderers and rapists was your fiance, Royce King II. I had great pleasure in committing him to Hell, as well as his little friends." With that Lilith went back to her patch job, mumbling curses now and again when her hand slipped. Lilith almost jumped when a pair of cold, pale hands took over, quickly helping her with the rest of her stitches. Lilith looked at Rosalie's face, which was grim but contemplative.
"So, Heaven and Hell exist?" The question that left Rosalie's lips was hesitant and unsure.
"Yes, so does Purgatory which is a middle ground between the two." Lilith's eyes tracked Rosalie as she grabbed one of the unused washcloths Lilith had with her and soaked it in warm water, then turned back and gently wiping the now closed wound.
"Why didn't you tell us who you were?"
And so Lilith launched into her explanation of how she became friends with Bella and her vacation she took from her job. Lilith also did her best to explain the issue's regarding her domain. While she was explaining Rosalie was listening with rapt attention and curiosity. When Lilith explained her demonic appearance, Rosalie asked if she could show her. Next thing Lilith knew she was being studied like a rare animal. Rosalie was poking and prodding her horns in morbid fascination.
"Did they suffer?"
The two women were now cleaning up Lilith's bloody kitchen, with Lilith properly aided (to which when she asked Rosalie how she knew how to stitch, she simply responded how she had three medical degrees.) and cleaned up, Rosalie offered to help her get her house situated before they left to go back to meet the others.
"Royce and his friends. Did they or...are they suffering?"
Lilith paused rinsing the bloody sink out and nodded. "Yes, as of now, for their horrid actions from their mortal life, their souls are forever damned and drowning in a boiling river of blood and fire." Then the unexpected happened. Lilith found herself pulled into a tight hug.
"Thank you." Rosalie's voice was thick with emotion. "Even though I enjoyed getting revenge, I still felt...empty, like killing them was merciful compared to what they had done to me. So, thank you." Stepping back Lilith grabbed Rosalie's hand and squeezed it.
"Don't thank me, it's my job… although I'm surprised. You are taking this information about me exceedingly well."
As if two miracles happened in one day, Rosalie laughed.
"Well if vampires and shapes shifters exist, one should have an open mind to other possible realities, right?"
Lilith smiled and nodded before looking at the blonde with a serious expression. "Rose," she said "As glad as I am to tell you the truth, you can't tell the others, not yet."
Rosalie narrowed her eyes at this. "Why not?"
Lilith sighed as she threw the soul washcloth in the sink and went to grab her coat. The two were done and ready to leave the house. "With all that's going on, I don't want any of you involved. It's dangerous to dabble in the ethereal plane without knowing what your doing or have sufficient knowledge." Putting her left arm in her sleeve, Lilith winced as the movement pulled at her wound. "I promise, once I figure out everything and get this shit under control I'll tell the others."
Rosalie stared into Lilith's eyes to see if she could take in any sign if what she was saying was a lie. After a brief moment, Rosalie crossed her arms and nodded. "Fine, but if anymore serious danger comes to you or my family I'm telling Alice and Jasper first. They care about you and you're hurting them by not telling the truth." Her tone was sharp and all business. Respecting that, Lilith nodded once.
"I know, now let's get on the road so I can rest my head on Jasper's lap and sleep. This poison in me is a bitch to deal with."
"Hmph-wait poison?!"
Once Lilith and Rosalie arrived at the Cullen household, Lilith immediately sought the couch that was occupied by Jasper, laid down and fell asleep. Jasper looked at Rosalie in question, she simply responded.
"Long day at work." And just like that she was out like a light. Bella had just come downstairs when Rosalie left and frowned when she saw her friend knocked out, near drooling on Jasper's lap. Lilith didn't need to sleep or rest unless her body was stressed out and needed its rest. She remembers, when she was seven years old, she wanted Lilith to take a nap with her. Lilith laughed and told Bella she hasn't taken a nap in a thousand years. After a good amount of begging and wide innocent eyes, Lilith broke and for the first time in a long time, rested. Other than those small moments and when she was work free, Lilith didn't just lay down and sleep whenever.
So for the majority of the time Bella was enjoying her company with her vampire family, she kept an eye out for her best friend. Edward noticed her anxious behavior and kept making sure she was comfortable and feeling okay. Bella would always respond with a kiss on his cheek and a pat on his shoulder, thanking him for his concern. Alice had came back hunting with Emmett, the burly man stating he didn't want to hunt by himself when Jasper left early. Bella watched as Alice tilted her head, watching Lilith sleep. They soon found out, no matter how much noise they made (thanks to Emmett) the woman didn't even stir. Even the smell of Esme's cooking didn't rouse the girl and that was the sign, that Lilith was either exhausted or something was wrong.
Not wanting the others to start over reacting Bella finally stood up from her comfortable position next to Edward and walked over to Lilith. Kneeling down next to her and wary of the pairs of golden eyes watching them, Bella touched her shoulder and shook her gently. When her hand came in contact with Lilith's shoulder, Bella somehow knew that something was awry.
"Lilith." She said.
Nothing.
"Lilith."
Still there was no sign of stirring from her, Bella licked her lips and to the shock of the others in the room, began speaking Latin.
"Lilith, te requiro."
Somehow for some reason, by the act of speaking another language, Lilith opened her eyes and responded in an exhausted tone.
"Quod melius sit amet."
Sighing to what seemed to be in relief, Bella switched back to the english language. "You need to get up, it's the first friday of the month, so it's steak night with Charlie." A perfect excuse to leave to house and start interrogating Lilith and formulating a plan for Angela's demon problem. Grumpy Lilith however, was a sight to behold, as she sat up rather slowly and continued speaking in the dead language. "Charlie inhaero potest ius suum in carne sua-"
"Lilith!" Bella actually snapped at the girl and Lilith in turn bared her teeth and hissed. Her aggression was cut short however when she finally came to her senses and realized where she was. Groaning with her head in her hands she asked. "How long was I out?"
"For about five hours darlin'" Jasper responded, amused and confused at the situation that fell before the family. Lilith turned her head and looked at Jasper to what seemed to be horror as she saw the damp spot on the leg of his jeans. Lilith was thankful of her dark skin that hid her blush of embarrassment.
"Oh jeez, shit, I'm so sorry Jazz. I drooled on you like an animal."
The man just smiled and chuckled. "It was only for the last hour when we tried to wake you. I'm flattered that you find my lap so comfortable ma'am."
"Lilith, I didn't know you and Bella spoke latin." That was Esme, who, bless her soul, held a warm cup of tea out for Lilith to take.
"Yeah, it's something Bella and I picked up along the years we've known each other." She shrugs. "We know it's a dead language, but that's what made it interesting to learn."
In reality, Lilith was fluent in every language known to man, including the languages that have long since died out. Latin was Lilith's go to, as it was a connection that stuck throughout demons and angels of all shapes and sizes. So Lilith jokingly taught it to a little Bella, later telling her if she ever wanted to do an exorcism she could do it the right way by speaking the prayers in latin.
After a few more words were exchanged as well as inquiries of Lilith's health, whom she pacified them with excuses of work. Bella and Lilith said goodbye to everyone and made a beeline to Bella's truck.
"What was that?" Bella immediately asked as soon as they were off Cullen property. Lilith was rubbing her temples and taking deep breaths.
"Before I came here, I was stabbed, poisoned, and stitched up by a blonde vampire."
"What?!"
"I don't want to repeat myself."
"You were injured during one of your stakeouts? Oh God, is it my fault, did I distract you when I called? Shit it's my fault I-"
"Bella!" Lilith sighed. "It's not your fault, it happened long after I got of the phone with you. It was my mistake. I've been running myself ragged for the past couple months. I've also got a million other things to worry about so I was caught by surprise. It's not your fault."
Bella glanced out of the corner of her eye and noted how every time Lilith shifted in her seat a flash of pain and discomfort showed on her face.
"Wait, a blonde vampire...Rosalie went to get you, Rose knows?"
"Yes, unfortunately. I asked her not to tell the others until we have everything sorted out. Especially with the Angela situation. Which, mind you, we need to rectify immediately."
"How did she figure out?"
"I was half way delirious, so I thought it was you at the door." Bella saw Lilith frown. "So I answered it with me in the middle of stitching myself up."
Bella snorted. "Eloquent, Lils."
Lilith scoffed and waved her hand. "Yeah, yeah. I blame the poison."
"Yeah, about that...is it still working. Or you know, inside you?"
Lilith now had an amusing grin on her face as she snickered. "That's what she said."
"Lilith!"
"Joking, joking. Yes, it'll take a couple of days for it to clear out, I'm pretty fatigued and exhausted, that's why I slept for so long."
Bella hummed, signaling she understood. "So what are we going to do about Angela?"
"I am going to lure the demon away and eradicate it. You are staying at home with Charlie or with your boyfriend."
"Lilith! I can help!"
"No, Bella. You heard me over the phone Terror demons are dangerous and just because you're friends with me, doesn't make you immune to it's effects."
Bella begrudgingly accepted this, knowing that Lilith always had her best intentions for her. When they finally made it to Bella's, Charlie had dinner ready (which consisted a lot of meat.) and they ate in a joyful yet humble mood.
Bella kept asking if Lilith was alright and if she need anything. Lilith kept denying Bella and told her to calm down, she would be done within the night with no more than a couple scratches since she was not at full strength. Her stab wound had finally closed, thanks to the stitches and she made sure to take them out before she left. Lilith stretched and wince, the wound although closed was still tender. This prompted Bella with another round of concerns. Shaking her head Lilith simply gave Bella a tight hug and told her to be safe and made sure Anubis was near by. As usual, with a simple snap of her fingers, Lilith was gone.
The devil appeared silently in the young teen's room. Angela was sleeping however Lilith could see the girl's tense breath and hear her rapidly beating heart. Black eyes observed Angela's room for any suspicious activity. There was nothing obvious so in silence, Lilith sat and waited. An hour or two passed before Lilith saw it.
Angela began whimpering and moaning in fear while she slept. Lilith tensed her body, knowing the signs of what was to come next. The room's atmosphere became layered in fear and hidden in the dark corner of the room, Lilith looked up to see the abomination hanging from the ceiling right above Angela. An elongated arm attached to a skeletal hand reached down to stroke Angela's face, its touch causing Angela's breathing to quicken to the point Lilith thought she would start hyperventilating.
Terror demons were ugly things, freakishly tall with long limbs, the skin seemed to melt and hang off their body. But what took the cake was their faces. Multiple beady black eyes, similar to spiders and their mouths permanently hung open similar to the famous picture Scream.
Not wanting for Angela to suffer more than she already has, Lilith silently stalked towards the demon, who was now standing over the poor girl, breathing in her scent and tasting her fear. Lilith scowled silently, if this went on for another two weeks, there would have most likely been a funeral for an Angela Weber and a much bigger problem to deal with. Finally, within arms length of the Terror, Lilith sprung into action.
Grabbing the demon by the wrist, Lilith quickly traveled an abandoned field, who knows where. She assumed somewhere in the midwest, considering all the wheat fields and…
'Of course I summon myself and the demon near a fucking tornado.'
Albeit the natural disaster was far away, it still made Lilith wary and now it seemed the Terror came to its senses. It stared at Lilith and bellowed an ear shattering shriek. Lilith stood her ground as two daggers appeared in her hand.
"You have no right to be terrorizing an innocent soul." Lilith stated. "I have no clue how you got out of your confinement, but I won't stand for your kind roaming the earth again." Lilith watched as the Terror twitched and fidget, she braced herself putting herself in a fighting stance and waited.
The sounds of the tornado destroying land and making its way across the field filled the would be silence as the two opponents stared at each other. That is until Lilith shifted.
The Terror screeched and lunged.
Fighting was Lilith's dance, her serenity, her drug if she was really honest with herself. Over her thousands of years of existence and fighting on both sides of the spectrum, Lilith was a force to be reckoned with. While a majority of Fallen Angels used swords, hammers, and even scythe, Lilith was one of the few who used daggers.
The reason she could get in close, it was easy to do that when you had no wings. Unlike her kin there were no withered black wings that adorned her back. In their place were two large scars, starting from her shoulder blades and ending on her lower back. Muscles that no longer had use twitched and spasmed in pain on her worse days, reminding Lilith that she was forever grounded.
Lilith took it to an advantage, it's what made her unique and deadly. Feet side stepped and twisted as she barely missed being gouged by a large set of claws. Lilith unfortunately, was already breathing hard due to the exertion she was putting out. It caused her heart to beat faster which in turn cause the poison to move fluidly through her system. She need to end the battle fast and efficiently.
As the Terror once again slashed its claws towards Satan, she crouched low, feeling the after wind of the attack rush above her head; and with a calculated step forward, lunged and stabbed the demon in the abdomen. Screams of pain and rage came from the Terror and Lilith grinned in satisfaction as she felt the green ichor run over her hands. Quickly removing the blades from the Terrors stomach, Lilith watched as it crouched over in pain, making itself low enough for her to strike with a final move.
With precise movements Lilith buried her blades deep into the Terror's skull. The demon screamed as it was killed and Lilith watched with relief as the body seemed to either before her and burn, soon becoming nothing but ash.
She released a breath she didn't even know she was holding and almost sat down out of exhaustion, that is if she didn't feel the familiar presence of multiple Fallen Angels appear before her.
"You look tired Mistress."
Lilith could feel the sheer rage build inside her as she heard the arrogant voice that reached her ears. Turning around Lilith faced Azza, behind him a handful of Fallen Angels she's been tracking or battled with. She inwardly cursed, there was no way she would be able to fight all of them, especially with her weakened state. Lilith didn't show that she was worried from her posture, instead her look and post battle fatigue showed power if possible.
"An ambush Azza? I have to say, any honor you had left is long gone by now." Lilith snarked. She was stalling, the longer she talked the more energy she would regain and she could get out fast.
Azza chuckled and Lilith now just noticed that he was wearing battle attire, something only reserved for war or…
"No, not an ambush, that would stoop me down to the lowest level. Not fit for the future King of Hell." Hitting his right fist against his chest the last words Lilith wanted to hear came out of his mouth.
"I, Azza, Guard of the Seventh Circle of Hell challenge Lilith, Queen and Ruler of Hell for the rightful title of Satan!"
The others behind Azza cheered and bellowed in excitement. And as Lilith felt the bond of the challenge wash over her, and for once she did something she hadn't done in a thousand years.
She prayed.
Translation:
"Lilith, I need you."
"It better be important."
"Charlie can stick his meat right up his-"
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