Man Destroyer

Part 1

Chapter 1: The Eighth Day

"Honestly Lilith, do you have any idea where Gryla is? This is getting.....ridiculous." Zelda Spellman was tired of trampling through the endless forest en route to the summit of Wittenberg Mountain. Her leopard print Uggs were caked in mud, her khaki coloured vintage hiking trousers were grass stained, her white sweater was more grey than white now, and her cheeks were perpetually rouge from the relentless wind. She sat down on a nearby log with a huff and glared at Lilith beneath her wide brimmed felt hat.

The High Priestess and Queen of Hell had left Greendale a little over a week ago. After the bloodbath that had followed their unholy matrimony, ending in Sabrina's betrayal and Zelda's decision to spear her with an enchanted dagger, killing her - they decided it was best to start their search for Deianeira. Their demon-vampire daughter was being protected by Gryla, the Icelandic witch who had been hiding the babe from Lucifer for almost a month. It was a fail safe against the Devil finding out where she was but it was also a gamble as there was a very real possibility Gryla would not relinquish their daughter back to them. Lucifer had given Lilith until the next full moon to return and present the child to him; the witches had twenty-two more days until Greendale went up in flames in response to their failure to deliver her.

"This really isn't the honeymoon you were hoping for, is it Zelds?" Lilith glanced at the witch with a sparkle in her eye before settling next to her. "Darling - Gryla is at the peak, I feel her too keenly for it to be a trick."

"Yes my love, but that's what you said about the Adirondack High Peaks and we spent almost a full week climbing through there to no avail. These feet are not made for these boots Lily, they ache for a pair of heels and my hand is desperate to curl around three fingers of bourbon." She reached out and squeezed Lilith's thigh, digging her nails in slightly. "Why can't we summon the damn witch?"

Lilith swallowed the heavy sigh that threatened to erupt from her throat, "As you are very well aware, Gryla cannot be summoned when she is protecting any babe. This ensures that she will never be placed in a compromising position where the child she is protecting may be in harm's way. If we could summon Gryla, Lucifer would have done so already and we would have lost."

Lilith shrugged out of her canvas pack and pulled it to sit between her legs, reaching deep down into its depths, she yanked her arm free triumphantly and produced a shining silver flask. "Bourbon!" She offered it to Zelda who snatched it up with a surprisingly large grin.

Untwisting the cap of the flask, Zelda inhaled and smiled slowly, "Michter's - the most expensive bourbon on this planet. You spoil me, Lilith! How did you manage this?"

"Oh, I have my ways - only the best for my....wife." Lilith ducked as Zelda responded to that patriarchal title with a back handed slap.

"Consort. You are my Queen and I am your Consort. 'Wife' is the title men give to the women they've deemed to possess. You do not possess me. Well...not until I ask for it, that is." Zelda drowned her grin in five thousand dollar bourbon and purred as it slid down her throat.

Lilith smiled, "Yes m'lady." Leaning over, she kissed Zelda's cheek and muttered as she quickly stood, "Happy wife, happy life." Jogging to the left to avoid the rock Zelda threw at her, Lilith came across a clearing in the trees opening up to a group of flat rocks. "This is a perfect place to camp for the night my love. Can you bring the tent? I'll start fetching some firewood."

With an audible sigh, Zelda took another precious sip from the flask and relished the hints of sweet corn, honey, and vanilla on her palate, then followed Lilith into the clearing, dragging her pack along behind her. Tossing it in Lilith's direction, she leaned against a nearby tree and nursed her bourbon, admiring the curves of the demoness as she bent and twisted putting the camp together.