לִילִית: Lilith's Story

Chapter Fourteen

Zelda Spellman paced her hallway, smoking anxiously, crossing her arms and muttering to herself, "I should have gone with her. What if Ms. Wardwell ran? What if Blackwood refused to impregnate her? What if..."

The door to the Mortuary burst open and a blood-spattered Lilith marched through; the High Priestess gasped at the sight and rushed to her, reaching out; "Good Hell Lilith...are you hurt?"

Lilith waved her away, moving to the powder room to clean herself up somewhat; "No, no...it's not my blood. Is everything ready? I'm not sure how long the chains will hold Lucifer."

It had taken only moments after the Queen of Hell dropped Mary Wardwell's body on the ground of her bathroom for the mark of Aclima working its power and create a vortex from Hell to swallow Lucifer and Blackwood whole. The mark, the Damascus steel, and the pregnancy were Lilith's fail safes to protect her from the Dark Lord but she and the High Priestess had more nefarious plans for both men.

"Everything is ready." Zelda leaned against the wall, catching Lilith's gaze in the mirror. "Whose blood is it, Lilith?"

Lilith sighed, somewhat impatient with the High Priestess' ethics and compassion. She knew Zelda would not be pleased that she killed Mary Wardwell as they had discussed getting Mary to consent to giving her blood but in that case, Lilith would have also had to give up Mary Wardwell's flesh suit when all of this was over. The Mother of Demons is vain, she appreciated the sharp cheekbones and brilliant blue eyes as well as the shape of this body she inhibited. Maybe it was selfish but she was the Queen of Hell and from this moment on she was intent on getting exactly what she wanted, always and in all ways.

"You know very well whose blood this is. Mary Wardwell died saving Greendale from Satan; as a good Christian woman, she understood that this was a one-way ticket to Heaven." Lilith shrugged, trapping Zelda against the wall with a comical pout, "Are you cross with me?"

The High Priestess took a long drag of her cigarette, blew it over Lilith's shoulder, and pulled her even closer; "I'll get over it." She nearly kissed the witch but shoved her away instead, "Let's get to work."

While demons held Lucifer and Blackwood in the bowels of Hell, chained to posts near the hottest Hellfire imaginable, the Queen of Hell and High Priestess set to work digging graves in the Mortuary's cemetery far away from the Cain pit. While Lilith had been dealing with Mary Wardwell, the Dark Lord, and Father Blackwood, Zelda Spellman had been conjuring coffins made from Damascus steel forged in the city of Megiddo. The coffins were then inscribed with Azrael's sigil and soaked in goat's blood to increase the force of the magic. Once the bodies were within the coffins, they would be sealed with black candle wax and buried ten feet in the ground. The holes had already been dug, with magical help from Hilda and Ambrose, and the coffins placed snugly inside with the lids waiting nearby.

Lillith and Zelda marched into the cemetery to join the witches and warlocks that encircled the pit of coffins; in solidarity, the coven witches from the Church of Lilith and the hedge witches joined forces to defeat the falsely self-proclaimed patriarchs of Greendale. Stepping into the circle, the Queen of Hell and High Priestess joined hands with each other, and reached out to clasp the hand of their neighbour. The circle was cast and their powers grew, creating swirling winds and sparks of electricity in the air - a storm rolled in.

As the wind lashed out, whipping at their hair and clothes, the rain slicing through to sear their skin, LIlith and Zelda cried out their spell, their voices echoing into the darkness; "Tu me misisti, et contentiones sint causa doloris mei!"

The witches muttered their own incantations, building power for the binding spell. Suddenly the ground shook beneath them and Hell spat Lucifer and Blackwood out, their skin blistered from the flames and weighed down by chains. Lilith squeezed Zelda's hand, feeling the habitual dip in her stomach whenever she was in his presence. Zelda squeezed back and turned to look at Lilith, tenderness in her dark green eyes, she nodded in encouragement and their voices rose together; "Ad quos eieci et ad infernum daemonium!"