Lilith Between Flesh And Spirit

Chapter Twenty: Broken Pieces Of Life

The light flicked between darkness and raw flesh, the heavily soaked skin of sweats that rub against each other, begging for more with breathless moans than any other words could have. In this small, confined space, where a slow-turning fan created the shades over them, she groaned, lost between her conscious and the pleasure overtaking her body. Her back arches as she speeds up the pace of her movements in a voracious rush, her eyes gradually giving in until her lips slip out the forbidden name of "Lilith!"

Instinctively, her hand throws itself over her mouth as he stands up from their small bed, putting his inner armour back on. The dark, flexible fabric moulded over each firm curve of his body with his hands now brushing back his mid-length honey-coloured hair over his skull. Sabaoth snorts and sits on the bed's corner to put on his trouser as Astaphanos watches him while pulling the blanket tighter over her nude body.

"This means nothing!"

Her statement causes Sabaoth to look back at her with his red iris. They glow like laser dot sight targeting over her heart, which fantasises about another while lying with him. Her lips could only tremble at their sight, swallowing down to choke on more new excuses.

"I meant Lilith is probably looking for us by now!"

"Whatever it meant!" That is his answer—sharp, unfeeling, and yet shame invades Astaphanos as she now turns her head away from him. From the distance, he can sense her discomfort, and he only clicks his tongue, getting back on his feet, and as he goes, his voice trails behind him: "You should get cleaned and dressed."

As soon as Sabaoth closes the dormitory door behind him, Lilith's angry voice bounces over the metallic walls of their hall. They resound on high electricity, distort over thermal conductivity and yet her message couldn't be any clearer.

"Sabaoth, Astaphanos, where are you?"

Lilith's scream from the main chamber is loud—the volume of frustration, the pitch of anger, the accelerated rate of stress. Her feet are pacing the length of the room with her hands rubbing all over her face. Only a few days ago, she was just a struggling human, and now she is the mother of all demons, and her duty comes already with disturbing news.

"The tree of knowledge is gone!"

Sabaoth steps into the room, calm, concealed, and ignorant of the gravity of the situation. "Are you sure?"

"Am I sure?" Lilith widens her eyes, one finger pointing at her chest. "I have been searching for it all night and morning on my own. Where have you been, guys?"

At her question, a red-faced Astaphanos creeps into the room to stand behind Sabaoth. They both watch, silence plastered over their mouths, Lilith slicing her chair in two with her sword in rage.

"If that tree is no longer there, you know what that means for the earthborn?"

Sabaoth let out a heavy breath. "You should calm down, Lilith!"

His peace offering couldn't pour even more oil over Lilith's wrath, and she seizes his collar, dragging his face closer to her flaring nostrils. "I saved the world; I saved it for her, and now she's going to die again because the one tree who created everything—that womb like earth—is gone."

Tearing her hands out of his clothes, Sabaoth adjusts his armour and clears his throat. "Please calm down. You look like him!"

Lilith doesn't need more to launch a right hook into his face. On the impact, Sabaoth topples on his back, holding on to his cheek and bleeding mouth. Lilith now stands over him, giving him the slowest of head shakes. Her lips curled at the corner and her eyes intensified with hate. "I'm nothing like Yaldaboath; do you hear me?" And her face, exposing her pointy teeth, draws nearer to his. "Don't you ever dare to compare me to him because I sacrificed my life to be here to protect this world!"