Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[🎶 Forever Young – Jay Z ft. Mr Hudson]

[#lovehate #manipulation #strongfemale #beating #gore]

LILITH FIRSTBORN LOOKED AS IF she had spent not one day in the pits of Eragonn. Her hair: a waxen river, purple and irradiant flooded out behind her. The expensive curls touched her waist. Her skin was ebony. And that, was new. But those hips, those hips didn't lie. Rafel knew his big mama in a blink. "You have got to be fucking kidding me! What the SHIIIIIT?"

He turned his strange eyes to the shorter woman behind. Racquel stood with folded arms, like 'boy you are wrecked now.' Rafel was just giving her the incredulous look. He couldn't believe the bitch had brought his mother into this—like the most feared villain across the realms. Like what? She, who had wrecked so much terror Sekmet of the Alexandrians and the Burning Angel of Sodom felt as gnats in her narratives. Many moons now and the whole magical world had just begun to forgive him for just being related to her.

"Really?" His leopard stare smouldered Racquel, "you freed her? After all your talk about dignity and coin for the common man? Do you know who this is? I thought you hated demons, bitch! She. . .she is the queen of us."

"Oh posh, my darling boy, don't talk so apathetically about your own mum." Lilith's voice was curated—finer than aged wine. She still stood with her arms open. Rafel didn't even regard her embrace. She sighed, flagged him her sweet hand and dropped the hug. 'Forget about it,' her move said, but she only had in her Bonnie blue eyes love for him. "If you mean that this racist woman brought me up from your sorry dungeons," said Lilith with a careless glance thrown in Racquel's direction, "then you are mistaken. She did fuck all. Perhaps it wasn't nothing. She just reminded me that one VERY BEAUTIFUL blood is thicker than many waters..." Lilith batted her eyes at him.

He wished she wasn't so hot. He wished she wasn't his mother. He wished she wasn't anything.

"You broke out?" Rafel swallowed; he knew Giselle was dead as a doornail if the Queen of the Night was doing her version of prison break. Alas, the fey Warden would guard her post to the death—if only it meant Rafel would forgive her past betrayal.

Lilith's answer to his question broke him down the more, a long soliloquy of her violent return that'd filled up his cup of trauma to last another lifetime: "Your faerie ex did try to stop me from leaving than stanky joint. Mhmm—" she chuckled—a psycho's laugh. "...last I left her, was hanging from her precious Empire's flag. It made a good stake. You might find, darling," she dropped the note in her voice so sweetly, "that Eragonn is no more. Haha! They should name it Era-fall. Hahahaha!"

Rafel stopped listening whilst Lilith continued laughing like a man, surprising him with snorts.

Was that really how much she enjoyed killing innocent guards?

The poor musketeers! Had they picked a wrong day to come to work?

He had the images of screaming, flying bodies, spraying blood, crawling dismembered men and women in official uniform; the broken and tilted towers of Eragonn a somber backdrop as this light-skinned Archdemoness made her rise, no doubt sashaying out through streams of blood. She would call it Roman. But Rafel knew nobody did revenge like his mother. Nobody! That's why he'd locked her up degrees of stone under crushing earth. Curse his flailing heart! He should have put her with his Uncles and the other ungodly fuckers—in the [Hyperion Cell].

And people thought he was evil. "Man, ain't this some family tree," he laughed bitterly: an insane sound, from a devil in agony.

Racquel Serpent must've suspected that even with her blood she'd come up short against Rafel and his girls, so she chose to resurrect the Mother of devils.

Mater Inferna tú Lacrimosa!

How morose?

'Wait? What was that thing that rolled out her hands when she tried to hug me?' All other thoughts spiralled shut in Rafel's head. "Wait! Wait! Wait, wait! Don't tell me. . ." Since Peitho was MIA he moved his feet; he forced it forward to move to the lonely-looking, hairy ball on the bloodied foyer tiles. No sound peeped in the vast antechamber except the slowing rain. It seemed the storm had come off the worst of it. But not Rafel's wrath. It built like a boiling cauldron of witch's brew as he bent low and observed the object.

'It looks like a head. A head. A head. A head?' It played repeat in his mind.

Rafel gently grabbed on what was the silkiest aristocratic coiffure and gently lifted it up.

It was a head.

A decapitated head.

The slice was so clean and smoked this person probably didn't see it coming. By the oiled and perfumer hair, dark as grinded charcoals he knew it was a girl. Poor girl. Without even knowing who it is—for the head faced away from him—he uttered a small prayer. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. My mum's bonkers. This shouldn't have happened. Enter, dear one into the Halls of Valor."

Then he turned the head. And he wished he hadn't.

"WH-WHA. . .WHAAAAAAAAAT?!"

Rafel spaced out. The scream came out in his mind first. It was Aya. His beautiful, emo waifu. His gorgeous succubus. His slave. His indoor sub. Always and ever she called him Lord Master. Dominus. Rafel didn't think there was anyone born on the surface, neither the abyss beneath that believed in him as she. She WORSHIPPED him.

—literally every night.

She prayed to him—and it wasn't weird.

His favorite baddie in all the earth. . .and his mum had just cut of her head?

Like that—

"Naamah." He caressed her head: the incomparable beauty of her; high cheekbones, refreshing scarlet skin, fangs just tipping out the bottom bed of lips that did miracles. "My Naamah." He bent down his head. He hid out his eyes. All the tears and sobs that would explode out of him welled up on the inside. A pillar of fire.

"Oh, there's your succubus." Lilith threw offhandedly.

"YOUUU MAD BIIIITTTCCH!!!" Rafel flew out the spot.

The extreme speed of his exit left a vortex of air sweeping fast out the circle in which he had been. Racquel Serpent—whom had been standing behind his enraged self—was pushed thirteen feet backwards. She had to dig her heels in to stop the blow-out. Her hand came up over her eyes as every glassware in the foyer exploded from the Sonic boom. A luminar pillar cracked. Rafel had to have hit [Mark One] in his flight.

"—IIIITTTCH!!!" His left fist was closed and ablaze in full, red flames as he swept to bring it upon Lilith's smirking face.

In the air he didn't think she saw him. His attack was sudden and quicksilver. But in the one-thousandth of the second Lilith's blue eyes moved. She followed the punch just as it would land.

And she easily side-stepped.

Rafel's [Komodo Flying Fist] just happened to graze get cheek.

SPAH—

Her own hand shot out, catching him in the belly. His midriff chambered in just as he was opening his mouth in the shock that she had seen his 300 000km/s blow. He instantly flew back, reversed in the same direction in which he'd come.

Lilith didn't break a sweat.

He slammed hard into the stone walls of the foyer. His back shattered the brick as he went through it. Aya's decapitated head was flung away from his fingers at impact, thudding into the other room. And that cracked pillar shattered into ugly boulders. The Imperial Castle was held up one-pillar less now.

"You try to smack your own mother?" Lilith scoffed. "I admit I taught you nothing when it came to manners," she daintily maneuvered her way into the room he'd crashed through, dodging debris in her thigh-high heeled boots, and leaving Racquel to stumble her way after her, jaw-slack. ". . .but I didn't think it necessary with the position of your infernal birth. And a unique one at that. You didn't need to be polite. In hindsight, I guess I should have taught you some, LIKE NOT TO SLAP YOUR OWN MOTHER!"

PAH! She dished him one.

"There! How do you like it, baby?"

Rafel's lip was cut. He bled from it. The sheer bulk-strength of Lilith astounded him. I mean he knew his mum was powerful but she packed some punch. He could see Aya's head where it'd thudded halfway across the room. And Cora's mangled body was presently safe in [Helo Stasis], an ability totem he'd managed to equip under Lilith's eye. 'PEITHO? Peitho? Are you there?' He tried once more. But there was no answer. Lilith had probably done to his Subservience what she'd done to Eragonn, Corazón, Aya Naamah, and what she now doing to him.

"Please let Ravenna be okay. Please." He gave his first prayer to the Martyr.

Lilith eyed him as she picked her nails—with eyes that were very strange in her current skin. "I don't believe in corporal punishment. I don't like beating you up. I don't enjoy this. Not when it's you." She told him.

"Funny," Rafel choked out. "I seem to remember you liking getting your arse slapped—"

PAH!

Lilith's palm met again with his face.

"I AM YOUR MOTHER. I LOVE YOU. GAHD!" She bit on her lip. "I don't know what to do with you, boy. To beat the fuck out of you?" Her tone softened, "or kiss the shit out of you."

Rafel grasped to the edge of her sinful red dress. It showed luscious skin but he wasn't looking at that. Half his face—the side where Lilith had slapped him was purple and he couldn't see through that eye. Yep! His mom was King fucking Kong.

His throat hurt. His back hurt. More of the Castle was crumbling down. He'd bet Racquel Serpent was probably wondering when this had turned into a family matter. But then she'd thrown in her odds with an [SSS RANK] madwoman. Rafel pulled on Lilith's satin dress and standing over his pummeled frame she still had the molten love in her supernatural eyes. Unable to resist Lilith bent over him and put her face close to his. "Oh my darling boy," she touched his swelling face and burnished red curls. Rafel waited till she was so close he could smell the ardent perfume of her caramel skin. Then with all the blood he'd gathered in his mouth from the injury to his jaw, he hurled in her face:

SPLAT!

The sticky blood landed with a plop dead-center of Lilith's hot eyes.

"Fuck you," he cursed her.

And then he tried to punch her, sweeping out with right hand. But her hand was up faster. She caught the naughty arm with a frown on her wickedly gorgeous face.

CRACK—

And she broke it.

"AAAAARGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"

Rafel screamed a gurgled sound as the bones of his wrist escaped his flesh. The torn joint was a mess. It hurt even to look at. When he lifted blurry eyes to look at his mom, she had tears in her own. This perhaps was Lilith's one truth. It hurt her more than it hurt him, to beat him up. But she had to. Stepping one step back, she raised one sexy heeled leg, kicking the foot back an arc, saying, "I love you so much, my darling boy."

And then she kicked him through that wall.

Rafel crashed through four more walls in the severity of Lilith's powerful leg. The decorated wings of the Castle was crashing all around them. She was using him to destroy all he ever loved. A literal hammer. With every kick and slap she landed, Lilith was whispering the words, "I love you. I love you. I love you." Rafel's body was literally demolishing the entire place.

His face, slammed through the kitchens. His one leg, broken over a high verandah. Several of his teeth, smashed out of his mouth when he landed face first through the library.

Lilith, floating down in her midnight dress picked him up by the scruff of his hair, tossing him into aisles of the mortal books he loved so much. Rafel eventually lay in an ocean of tomes and grimoires, barely breathing, broken, and bleeding; his red blood soiled the aged scrolls, mixing with ink. His noble tunic was shredded and he looked like he'd been run through a grinder. His only working eye saw things in a haze. . .mostly Lilith; she was literally standing in the air a foot away. He wondered where she'd learned to fly like that.

It was disheartening even to look at.

Racquel Serpent—who couldn't fly—picked her way through the rubble. She had been following the fight, the beating more like, wherever Lilith decided to send her son hurling through. The Blood Mother looked up Israfel, and she dropped her crimson eyes.

She had risen Lilith from those black pits just to humble the arrogant prick. She had known nothing much of their twisted history. But right now she was wondering how to stop a devil she despised so much from getting his ass-whooped to death.

Rafel raised his broken arm—wrist like roadkill. And Lilith almost thought he wanted to utter the words, "mama."

Instead he said, "Ravenna."

Lilith snarled and shot forward.

BOOM!

She hit him, through the library chamber down to the next storey. Where she stood, Racquel Serpent shut her crimson eyes. "How have I traded one evil, for a worse and wrathful one."