Loved by Demons

Hell's Hierarchy

Y/N's P.O.V

It's now been about six or seven days since Davis showed me around the mansion and Lilith confessed to wanting a more personal relationship with me. I was certainly caught off-guard by her saying what she said to me, but I was still doubtful to entirely trust that those were her genuine intentions. Nobody comes to like anyone as to where they'd want to keep that person around that quickly, especially someone like me. It's not self-deprecating, I just don't view myself as a really special and unique person. I definitely wasn't when I was alive. But I told myself that I should play along and see if Lilith would prove that she was speaking the truth. Besides, if there's anything to gain from it, I'd be foolish to try and back out.

Well, as I quickly found out, she was being genuine. Lilith would ask me if I wanted to spend time with her when I wasn't working and I would say sure. To make it work for the both of us, though, I had to either get up earlier than usual or stay up later than usual to get that time in. On some early mornings, I would meet her on the balcony on the third floor and we'd just talk. Other times, it'd be late at night and we'd be sitting in the library on opposite chairs facing each other. However, it became apparent that I wasn't the only one that had trouble being open about more personal things. But despite that, Lilith came around much sooner than I did. It was almost like she had no one else to speak to about the things on her mind, not even Lucifer, but she found me to be the one she could confide in. 

Lilith was persistent about getting me to share, though, whether it was details about my life or just anything that was on my mind at the moment. I resisted at first, but when she continually kept her patience with me, I slowly got myself talking more and more, eventually reaching that level of comfort where she wouldn't have to ask so frequently. And among the questions she would ask me, the first one had to do with when I said that I knew how manipulation worked. I now had no problem telling her, so I went on to say that it was something I taught myself after dealing with my parents and people at school who were known to cause trouble. Both had talked to me at some point and I developed a way for them to think things about me that weren't true and treat me less harshly because of it. I also confessed to Lilith that it wasn't something I felt bad about, but it was something that I only did to people that I felt like I needed to and not to everyone around me. I felt the need to add that last part in because I thought she was going to start distrusting me, but Lilith nodded and accepted it, maybe having heard worse before and not giving it too much thought.

Needless to say, I soon found myself enjoying my time with the Queen of Hell. And as time progressed, Lilith herself became less mysterious and more warm/inviting. Our relationship turned into one where, in my eyes, she felt more like a regular person than the wife of the Devil. In fact, there were even occasions where she'd do me a favor or two, even though I hadn't done anything for her. One example was her leaving a cupcake on my bed about two days ago. According to the other servant demons, who were present at the time, she had come down herself and placed it there, also telling the servants that they'd be punished if they touched it. And because of things like this, I felt inclined to do some things for her without her needing to ask, an example of that being the shoulder and back rub I gave her the other night. I felt unsure about it at first, since I didn't want to picture what would happen if someone were to catch me, but Lilith gave me the go-ahead anyway. She made a number of sensual noises when I kneaded her back, making the experience a lot more uncomfortable for me.

And, oh boy, that wasn't the only time something sexual occurred when I was with her. Lilith did get a little too aroused sometimes and definitely didn't restrain herself from acting seductively/suggestively. She hasn't tried getting in my pants yet, but I wouldn't put it past her either. There were a couple of days when we'd meet and she'd be wearing an outfit that was more see-through than usual, allowing her underwear to be seen, and she'd get a bit touchy on top of that. It didn't help that she was already beautiful, but her behavior during those instances always kept some small sense of uneasiness in my chest whenever I'd lay my eyes on her. But despite that fact, and combined with her admitting to having a power to instill lust inside me, I got curious as to what other details she was potentially leaving out about herself. And I told myself I was going to do something to find out. My first guess, and it's a bold one, was that Lucifer hasn't been satisfying her or hasn't wanted to have sex, so her pent up sexual frustration is spilling over into her mood whenever we're together. Of course, I wouldn't be caught dead admitting that out loud, but I think it's a reasonable assumption nonetheless.