לִילִית: Lilith's Story

Chapter Fifteen

Notes:

This was intended to be Lilith's story so I don't want to muddy it down too much with other characters and storylines...this is the end for now but not forever. Other stories will come!

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Chapter Fifteen

The morning after the burial, Lilith dressed slowly, lethargy settling in her bones. Magic hangovers were notorious for ruining a witch for up to a week after the spell had been cast and last night's magic had used more energy than she'd used in over a decade. Not only that, but her emotional hangover made a night of tequila shots seem like a dream. Standing in the bathroom, staring at her naked body, Lilith's eyes fell to her belly and she placed a hand over it. Now that Lucifer was no longer a threat, the Mother of Demons didn't know how to feel about the creature growing within her. She wasn't even sure what she would give birth to but the heartbeat she felt beneath her palm was strong and growing rapidly. Spawn of her abuser, created out of fear and necessity, it seemed like a birth cursed from the beginning. With a heavy sigh, Lilith conjured a red silk dress that covered her modestly with a high collar, long sleeves, and a skirt that swept the floor - she didn't feel like being seen today. Today was the day she had to make some lasting decisions.

When she walked into the Spellman's kitchen, Zelda greeted her with a glass jar full of questionable greyish-green liquid. Grimacing dramatically, Lilith raised an eyebrow, "What in Hell is this, Spellman?"

The High Priestess chuckled at the curt pronunciation of her name, "It's for your hangover and it is also good for the baby. You forget, or perhaps you aren't aware, I was the best midwife this town has ever seen. Drink up, witch."

Frowning dubiously, Lilith took a seat at the kitchen table and swirled the liquid in her jar. It smelled like kiwis but looked like vomit. She really wasn't sure she wanted to consume it but Zelda's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife, "DRINK. IT."

Snorting as she raised the jar to her lips, Lilith glared at Zelda and took a large gulp, immediately sputtering and choking; "What are you trying to do to me woman?! This is vile poison!"

"You're being impossibly dramatic. It's spinach, wormwood, raspberry, cranberry, valerian, chamomile, peppermint, ginger, garlic, and fenugreek. I suppose you could argue that valerian might be poison but killing you after all we've been through would be really inconvenient." Zelda reached over, grabbed the jar and held it to Lilith's lips, tipping it back she nodded her encouragement as it forced its way down the dark-haired witch's throat.

As Lilith gagged and coughed, wiping her mouth on a nearby tea towel, Zelda placed a boiled egg, two pieces of toast, homemade marmalade, butter, and a china cup full of steaming black tea in front of her. "Now eat. Please." The redhead witch smiled cheekily as she used Lilith's favourite word and sat down beside her, tapping her own egg with a spoon and peeling the shell from its soft center.

The Queen of Hell took a long sip of her tea and bite of her toast to get the taste of Zelda-means-well-pregnancy-potion out of her mouth. She had to admit, she felt better. Scooping Hilda's famous marmalade onto her toast, she looked up at Zelda, suddenly feeling a bit shy and out of place. Grumpily she shoved her toast into her mouth and chewed, annoyed by all the feelings churning around like the potion in her belly. Her sigh was so forceful some crumbs flew across to land on Zelda's plate.

Taken aback, the High Priestess put her spoon down and looked at Lilith intensely, "What is it, Lilith?"

Putting her food down and wetting her mouth with her tea, the Queen of Hell folded her hands together and met Zelda's gaze, "I have too many feelings. About too many things. It's disorienting and irritating. I have responsibilities in Hell, I have a responsibility to this child, and I have a responsibility to y-" She cut herself off, looking down at her hands.