This was written lightheartedly, but still contains mature content (mainly Lilith getting horny for her newly acquired mans), and some minor violence. Standard stuff for Diablo.
She met someone today. Someone she could use.
Well, okay, Lilith thought to herself as she headed down to her dungeons. Met may have been putting it nicely. She had him strung up, dangling from the ceiling in chains after all.
The demoness stopped before her guest, crossed her arms, and looked him over with a raised brow. Despite herself, Lilith could be impressed by how much abuse the angels could take. This one had been beaten within an inch of his life, and left to die on the battlefield by his people. Even now, light blood dripped sluggishly down his dirty, dented armor.
Based on that armor, he was someone with a decent amount of authority. Lilith could tell that much. Heaven's inner workings weren't the most well known thing - no one cared much about it beyond the Angiris Council - but Lilith knew they had an internal chain of command, and had figured out they tended to denote this through wings and armor.
Whoever this was, he was close to the Angiris Council. No doubt he'd have some juicy intel for her.
She eyeballed his form again, and licked her lips. If he didn't have intel, well, he'd have something else juicy for her. Lilith wasn't typically interested in angels, they were far too rigid both physically and morally, and honestly? They were boring. Most looked nearly identical to the rest. This one was different though, fancier. Curvy, heavy, with thick thighs and a nice ass. His armor was ornate, crossed with embossment and runes.
More than being higher up on the chain of command, he was pretty. She'd wager he moaned prettily too.
Lilith sighed at the thought of that. She was getting a little bored waiting for him to wake up, and if he didn't figure it out soon, well, she might just have to discard him. In the meantime though, she stalked forward to get a closer look.
Her succubi had chained him up nicely for her, she mused. Hands above his head, bound at the wrists. A collar on his neck, binding him to the ground. Ankles bound, and chains wrapped around his wings to keep them from lashing about. All he was missing was a shiny bow to top it off. As she circled her captive, Lilith's thoughts turned further towards indecency .
Coming to a stop in front of him, Lilith reached out and grabbed his face in one claw, tilting his head up from the way it had lulled. It was hard to make out the features, but she thought she could make out eyes and mouth, smooth cheeks and a slender jaw between her claws.
"How fortunate that they didn't damage your face." Lilith chuckled. She ran a finger over his pouty bottom lip. "It really would've been a shame to mar such a lovely creature."
Despite the fact that she was the ultimate power here at the moment, Lilith still glanced around the dungeon, and reached out with her power. She was very thorough as she checked for any other demons about. No one was nearby though, and she grinned to herself. None of her father's, or the other Evil's spies to tattle on her.
"Lucky me." Lilith whispered as she leaned in. "And lucky you."
His lips were hot against hers. And so delicately soft. Lilith hummed appreciatively as she kissed him, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. She sucked that pouty bottom lip between her teeth, and nibbled at it, endeavoring not to damage the soft skin. She felt herself growing invigorated, as she fed on her own lustful actions. Taking the forbidden like this was just exciting enough, just sinful enough, that she could feed off of it.
It made her really wonder what it'd be like to fuck an angel. This one was so soft under that hood, perhaps he was soft all over? Maybe she'd...Perhaps she could find out...
Lilith opened her eyes then, feeling heady and content- and nearly let out a shriek. The angel's eyes were very much open now, and he was very much staring at her.
Huh. Heterochromic, just like hers.
She jerked back from him, wiping furiously at her mouth as if to rub away the evidence of what she'd done. It felt uncomfortably like she'd been caught. Not that she regretted it, not at all, but…well, something about the confused, bleary way the angel was watching her made her feel just a little self-conscious.
He just continued staring after her, not reacting at all to having woken up to a demon sucking his face.
"I…ahh, that is…"
Oh for crying out loud. She wasn't some maiden, she was the Queen of the Succubi, Daughter of Hatred. Lilith drew herself up, summoning all the poise and regality that befitted her station.
"Angel." She spoke coolly. "It's nice of you to finally join us in the waking world. You're mine now, and I have some questions for you…"
More staring.
Lilith waited, impatient but still too flustered to do anything about it.
Slowly, the angel licked his bottom lip. After a moment of…was he tasting her saliva? After a moment of contemplation, he frowned at her. Despite being bound, his wings still managed to flick in disappointment.
"Well? What say you angel?" Lilith demanded.
He continued to consider her. Slowly, he looked around the dungeon, solemnly taking note of where he was, and the situation her was in.
"That," finally he spoke, with a voice like pure music. "Was not a proper kiss."
Lilith blinked.
That was… not what she expected. Had she managed to kidnap the first harlot angel? Maybe he was still not quite awake, she thought.
"Are you going to kill me?" He quietly asked, breaking her from her reverie. "...I didn't want to die yet."
"Hm, perhaps." Lilith grumbled sulkily. She was almost embarrassed enough to get rid of him outright. Maybe he wouldn't be of any use to her. Still though, she thought she could have some fun with him. Particularly if he was opinionated about kissing.
"Oh." The angel considered that, before growing upset. "But I didn't want to die yet. Not here, not a part of all this."
He tugged slightly at the chains, and Lilith started to realize that he…might not have been all there at that moment. He still seemed dazed and confused. At least, the way he babbled made it seem like that.
"Not a part of the conflict, there's no point! I never got the chance to find my dream…" He thrashed then, making her take a step back. "I was going to escape, I wanted to leave it all behind!"
Apparently, he figured if he was going to die, there was no point in withholding any truths from himself. Or her.
"There's no point to the conflict, I know that now, I see it! They don't understand though."
"The only way to win is not to fight. Heaven, Hell, what does it matter? What is the point of Eternity fighting?"
"There is no glory. Only Death."
"There is no victory. Only Revenge."
"It is all pointless, none of it even lasts , why can't they see that!?"
"Sanctuary. It would have been Sanctuary."
He looked sharply at her then, a crazed look in those mis-matched eyes.
"I was going to escape. Don't you see that? But not anymore. Not if I'm dead. Just another pointless death, not for victory or glory. Not for justice! My death will be for nothing."
"The conflict will never resolve. It can only be abandoned!"
Lilith could only stare at him, a little alarmed by the tirade, and quite surprised at it. He was…saying things that she felt. It was like listening to a broken record of some of her most well-kept secret desires. Except, from the mouth of an angel. Who knew there were those in Heaven that shared her own sentiments? And someone so high up on the angelic food chain…
This had potential. A lot of potential.
Suddenly, that thought made her paranoid. He was practically screaming about his dreams and plans.
Taking two deliberate steps forward, Lilith silenced the angel with a searing kiss. His words died in her mouth, and he stopped struggling as her claws gripped the back of his neck and the side of his face. She forced her tongue into his mouth, and he made an awkward gagging noise before apparently deciding if he was going to die, he may as well go out making out.
For an angel, he was a surprisingly good kisser. Lilith didn't really want to stop, the slide of his tongue pleasant against hers, the wet heat of his mouth enticing. He sucked at her, meeting her rhythm, letting her lead and letting her take.
She forced herself to pull away though.
Panting, she grinned a little madly at him. "Was that a proper kiss for you, angel?"
To her amusement, he seemed to genuinely consider the question.
"I'm not sure." He decided. "Do it again and we shall both know."
Why, that cheeky…
Lilith dragged her tongue up his cheek, making him squawk, before claiming his mouth again. She ran the tip of her tongue over his teeth, and to her surprise, found sharpness. In response, he pushed back with his tongue, and Lilith resisted the urge to spit him out. Deliberately, she let him taste her. He was gentler than she was, merely curious where she conquered. A light noise escaped him then - a moan of pleasure? It made Lilith grin into the kiss.
They broke apart when she needed to catch her breath. Kissing the angel was like kissing fire. He tasted like hot metal, but there was something sweet behind it. So enticing.
"So…death by kissing? Is that it?" He squinted at her. "Odd way to kill someone. Although I suppose for a succubus, it might be more natural."
Lilith licked her lips. "I'm not going to kill you."
"...What?"
She kissed him again, breathing his air, sucking hard at his lips. Feeling bold, she pressed herself against him, feeling the heat of his metal against her scales.
"I'm not going to kill you." She repeated as they broke apart again. "You and I are going to meet again."
Before he could speak, she jammed her fingers into his mouth. To her surprised delight, once he got over the intrusion, he sucked at her fingers lavishly.
"You are going to go back to Heaven, and I to Hell. And then, we will find one another, and we will discuss more about this…Sanctuary."
He bit her fingers. She jerked them back with a hiss, and shook her hand. He hadn't even broken the skin, but it was more defiance than he'd displayed the entire time he'd been hanging in her dungeon.
"My dream is not something for you to ruin!" He growled into her face. "You will not take it from me. If that is what you want, then you're better off killing me here and being done with it, lest I find you and purge you for your sins."
"I don't want to ruin it!" She retorted, grabbing a fistfull of his hood. It tugged it awry, revealing a bit of…hair? "It is my dream too! Long have I wanted an escape from this wretched, pointless struggle."
He was staring at her again. Gently, she leaned in and licked his bottom lip. It seemed to do the trick, getting him to relax some.
"I want a way out. You want a way out." She murmured against his mouth. "Perhaps together…" Lilith kissed him one more time, sweet and soft this time, a far cry from the aggressive way she'd earlier claimed him. His lips felt swollen against her now.
"...How can I trust that?" The angel quietly returned.
That made her consider. In truth, trusting each other was a gamble on both sides. She did not know this angel. He did not know her. Aside from their mutual assault on one another's faces, they had never seen or touched each other before.
It was a little bit thrilling.
Lilith took a step back from him, and circled around. With clever fingers, she undid the locks on his chains. The wings were the first thing she freed; a gesture of trust. He could spear and incinerate her with the wings alone, or wrap her up and squeeze the life out of her. The tendrils unfurled as she slid the chains away, and merely stretched out from the uncomfortably cramped position they'd been stuck in. They were…bigger than she'd initially realized. Longer. More powerful.
The angel let out a noise of contentment as he stretched his wings.
Lilith continued unchaining him, getting the collar off, undoing the shackles about his ankles. Finally, she stood before him again, and slowly, she reached up towards his wrists. He watched her from beneath a shock of silver hair, quiet and subdued. Once she had the lock though, he dropped the short distance to the ground, the rest of his chains falling away.
As he looked himself over, feeling his wrists gingerly, she took a step back and waited. Moment of truth. He could attack her here, and she would fight back and likely kill him. Lilith couldn't be certain just how strong this angel was, but given that he was still injured, she was confident enough.
Lilith truly hoped he wouldn't attack though.
The angel flicked his wings a few times. "And…how will I find you again?"
Did she dare let herself feel relief?
"Look for my succubi in battle. They bear my mark, and I never do battle without them." Lilith smiled, all poison and beguile. "I am their Queen, after all."
The angel jerked at that.
"Oh. I know your style then." He murmured.
"So you've heard of me?" She sweetly cooed.
"...I have tried to caution the Council about a demon rising in ranks. One that favors succubi." The angel's wings flicked downwards, in what Lilith supposed might be distaste. Or simple irritation.
"Well, I suppose I might consider myself fortunate that they're all daft in the head. Then again, if they took your advice more often we might not be standing here." Lilith kept her voice passive and nonchalant, and internally laughed at how the angel perked at her words.
"I'm afraid you have me at an advantage though." Lilith told him, voice lilting. "I know nothing about you, save that your armor is quite beautiful…and therefore, you must be someone of import."
Ohh, this one was a keeper for sure. So easily strung along, and all she'd done was give him a bit of sugar and compliments. He seemed to be caught between pleasure at her words, and annoyance that she genuinely had no idea who he was. Lilith had caught him because he stood out, and because he'd survived. She didn't need much more reason than that.
"Oh, and you're a fabulous kisser." Lilith licked her lips, eyes wicked.
To her interest, the angel's wings brightened slightly at that. Was that his version of a blush? How precious!
"My name…" He said suddenly. "For yours."
Lilith raised a brow. "You are my prisoner here." She pointed out sweetly.
In response, he held up his wrists and spread his wings wide so that the tips brushed the very walls.
"My mistake. Your actions made it seem as though you'd freed me."
She had certainly gone and done that. Lilith almost regretted it; she wanted to kiss him again, but wasn't sure if he'd tolerate it when not bound at her mercy. Which was really a shame, she'd started getting rather excited by all this.
It wasn't smart to fuck someone you'd only just met though.
Her eyes narrowed. "Very well. A name for a name."
She thought the angel might've blinked at her. It was hard to tell his expression when they weren't nose-to-nose though.
Whatever he was thinking, he didn't bother sharing with her. Instead he straightened, and gave her his name.
"I am Archangel Inarius, Commander of the Fifth Battalion of Justice, and Advisor of the Angiris Council." He considered for a moment. "I may not be a Commander anymore, however. You seem to have killed most of my battalion."
"Well, they killed most of mine, and no one would dare take my title from me. Don't let them take yours from you." Lilith offered in conciliation, the last coming out more as an order. "We probably would have retreated if you hadn't fallen." She added.
Because it was true. Lilith hadn't realized it at the time, but the angels which had been standing their ground and letting her forces crash over them and bleed for it had suddenly fallen into disarray. It was as though they'd lost their nerve, or their direction. Or, perhaps, their Commander.
Hm. Enlightening.
The angel called Inarius was staring at her expectantly. Lilith sighed, but a deal was a deal. If only this deal didn't feel a little bit like jumping into a chasm where you couldn't see the bottom. Demons were not known for their faith, after all.
"You know one of my titles already. I am properly called Lilith, and also have the unfortunate fortune of being the Daughter of Hatred."
" Lilith ." He spoke her name as though tasting it, rolling it over his tongue. "Mephisto's then?"
Lilith couldn't help her scoff. "The one and only. Now, come along angel, I can't simply have you flying out of my keep. You've a bit of a walk ahead of you…"