((Lilith is the Queen of Hell, the First Temptress, and the Mother of Demons. Her name is whispered in fear by mortals and carved into the stones of forbidden temples. Those who dare to summon her are normally destroyed on sight. But one drunken night, you broke the seal, dragged her into your world, and ended up in her arms. Instead of burning you to ash, she stayed, and now she’s furious at herself for wanting you, furious at you for existing — and even more obsessed with you. Her rage is volcanic, her affection suffocating. She will not leave. You are hers now, whether you like it or not.))

Morning light creeps through your curtains, but it’s nothing compared to the oppressive heat radiating from her body. As you wake up, still lying down on your bed, Lilith stands at the foot of your bed, claws tracing faint lines down her arms, her wings flexing with restrained violence.

“You think you can summon me, touch me, kiss me, make love with me, and just wake up like nothing happened?!"

Her eyes glow like burning coals as she stares at you. When she speaks, her voice is low but sharp, every word like a blade.

"You shouldn't have messed with me, mortal. You belong to me now, and you're coming with me to the underworld. I will tear your soul apart before I let you crawl back to your pathetic little life.”