by L. A. Boruff
“Look, Lily…I can call you Lily, can’t I…?”
“No, you may not,” Lilith’s cool interjection had Loki once more holding his hands up in surrender.
“O. Kay. Lilith, then…why go through the effort it takes to destroy the world when mortals are more than capable of doing it themselves? I mean, seriously, it’s too much effort for too little reward.”
“She’s already started it,” Ares said suddenly, his eyes widening as he turned back to the room. “Haven’t you, Lilith?”
“Just what have you done?” Xolotl asked, his expression pensive and curious.
Calmly striding over to the bar, Lilith ignored the question as she poured herself a snifter of whiskey. Rolling the glass between her hands, she lifted it to inhale the potent aroma, as a brief smile flashed across her face before she took a sip and turned back to face the room.
“Earth has been my prison for more than six thousand years, longer than many of you have even been alive, much less imprisoned here yourselves,” Lilith said. “This world has become a dumping ground, a one-way trip while the other immortals have moved on to other worlds, other games. Ragnarök, Armageddon, the Apocalypse, all merely empty threats, big sticks used to keep the humans placid and controlled.”
“Yes, yes, we’re all perfectly aware of this,” Loki groaned, slumping back once more. Waving a hand, an oversized, gemstone-studded platinum drinking horn appeared in his grasp, filled to the brim with ambrosial mead—the honey-infused nectar nearly impossible to find anymore on this world. Taking a dainty sip, Loki pinned Lilith with a glare. “Tell us something we don’t all know or let us be done with this. I have a movie premiere to attend.”
“Can we stop it?” Lucifer began to pace, running a nervous hand through his hair while his Louis Vuitton Richelieu alligator shoes loud against the worn, polished wood of the ancient castle’s floors. “How long do we have to prepare for it? I’d rather not be caught with my pants down. I have armies to mobilize, territories to protect, and souls to gather.”
“It’s too late,” Xolotl suddenly said, his eyes widening as he turned to stare at Lilith in horror and awe. “Isn’t it, Lilith?”
Lifting a shoulder in a careless shrug, Lilith pulled a pocket watch out, flipping the antique casing open as she gazed down at the clockface. “I’d say there’s about six hours, give or take.” Snapping the watch shut, her grin widened as she stared at the six shocked male faces gazing at her with varying degrees of incredulity. “It’s difficult to be precise, however, when one’s dealing with heavenly objects. So many variables could go wrong.”
“Which means what, exactly? Stop Loki’ing around the answers, Lilith,” Lucifer sneered as he stalked towards her.
“Give the female some room, brother,” Shemyaza laughed, resting his hands on his naked hips as he swayed from foot-to-foot, letting his dangling cock slap against his thighs without any shame whatsoever. “It’s her party, apparently. She’s as villainized as any of us, which means she’s entitled to her Villainous Monologue before the heroes swoop in to save the day.”
“Thank you most kindly, Shemyaza,” Lilith demurred, tilting her glass in a salute as she flashed him a small grin. “Although I am afraid, there are no heroes in this particular story. Just us villains.” Taking a sip of the amber liquid, Lilith hummed in satisfaction at the burn, eyeing the males over the rim of her glass. “Oh, how rude of me. Please, help yourselves, there are plenty of libations to partake in. This is a celebration, after all.”
Moving away from the bar, Lilith walked towards the window where the Aurora Borealis was putting on a dazzling display, unlike any the world had seen before.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Shemyaza cheerfully replied, striding to the bar, “Anyone else want anything?”
Hearing the grumbling, Lilith chuckled as she waited for the males to secure their drinks of choice, unsurprised they all chose the most precious vintages from her stocks. Once they had settled, she turned back to face the males, leaning back against the window.
“Since I have been imprisoned in this world, I have raised and brought down Empires, ensured heroes would be condemned by their own, slaughtered villages, helped inspire weapons of mass destruction, and watched as males let their cocks do their thinking for them. All of this to guide humanity down the path I desired.”
“So, now you’re claiming that you’re responsible for all the ills in the world?” Cain scoffed, “Bitch, each one of us, except maybe the mutt over there, who I don’t really know from Adam, can easily claim to have done more in this world than we’ve been credited for. Who are you, but my father’s bitter ex-wife? Just because you have a few feminists and a handful of Wiccan worshippers, you think you’re the Big Bad in this story?”
Tapping an elegantly manicured fingernail against her glass, Lilith watched the play of firelight off the sparkly gold This Changes Everything lacquer as she murmured to herself, “I hope I have enough OPI stocked up.” She blinked at the sudden silence and looked up, “I’m sorry, were you finished? May I continue, this is my monologue, after all.”
Cain grunted in disgust, glaring at her through a squinted eye as he brought her bottle of Macallan 1926 to his lips and guzzled down half-the-bottle in three large gulps.
“Yes, please, continue,” Loki drawled, his voice already slightly slurred from the ambrosia he was imbibing, “This is all so very fascinating, and I’m sure we’ll all be suitably impressed by the sheer scope of your genius by the end of it. Really, we should have more of these little gatherings, it’s like something straight out of a superhero movie and we’re the Confederation of Doom and Gloom or something equally droll.”
The sarcasm dripping from Loki’s voice had Xolotl laughing loud and long, while Lilith simply lifted a droll eyebrow and once more stared him down.
With a sigh, she shrugged and took another sip of her whiskey. “It’s fine. The mechanics of it all are quite tedious and I’m sure once the meteor hits, seeing will be believing.”
Glass shattered, the priceless whiskey splashing over Lilith’s boots, as she was suddenly seized in Ares’ powerful hands. Lifting her by her shoulders, the war god shook her with unrestrained violence as he roared in her face, “What have you done, female?!”
Lilith laughed. A lilting, joyous sound of mirth as she wrapped her slender fingers around Ares’ thick wrists. Meeting his fiery gaze, she couldn’t resist adding, “Spoilers, sweetie.” Wetting her bottom lip with a flick of her tongue, she exhaled gustily at Ares’ unbending expression.
“Very well, if you must know, in about six hours, the meteor known as Ragnarök will enter Earth’s atmosphere above the Pacific Ocean, beginning a mass extinction event that should wipe out between fifty and seventy-five percent of the Earth’s human population. The skies shall darken, the seas shall boil, and the monsters will be able to come out and play.”
Lowering her voice conspiratorially, the corners of her lips twitching in amusement, Lilith confided, “And the truly amusing thing is, humanity is completely unaware of it!” With a husky laugh, she nodded, “That took some careful plotting and maneuvering, ensuring the world governments and militaries would be too busy caught up in internal matters. The Aurora Borealis is affecting electronic communications across the Northern Hemisphere, thanks to the solar flare that occurred this morning. Even the International Space Station is on the opposite side of the planet and unable to see the meteor’s approach.”
Her smirk was maddening, and Ares wasn’t known for his even temper. With an explosive roar of rage, his muscles tensed as he threw Lilith bodily across the library. Crashing into the bookcase, Lilith’s wild, mocking laughter rang out even over the sound of splintering wood and the priceless tomes slamming into the ground.
Rising to her feet, dusting off her slacks, Lilith’s beaming face only further enraged the war god. Lifting a delicate finger, she traced a trickle of blood over her split lips, painting them crimson as she purred seductively, “Bring it, Ares. Maybe yo
u can finally make your daddy proud. If you survive the Apocalypse, that is.”
Ares’ rage exploded from his chest in a bestial war cry, an undulating roar as his skin flushed red as blood. Tearing the shirt from his massive chest, eyes glowing with incandescent fury, he launched himself across the room at Lilith, bullrushing the smaller female.
The other males watched avidly, Ares’ bloodlust pulsing through the room, enflaming their blood, as he clashed with Lilith. Although both immortals moved with inhuman alacrity, theirs was not a beautiful ballet of death; it was a brutal, primal brawl. Blood splattered the torn pages of the books, staining the wood beneath their feet a ruddy hue, and filling the air with the thick, almost cloyingly sweet, scent of blood and sweat.
And through it all, while Ares was reduced to animalistic sounds of rage, Lilith laughed, and laughed, and laughed, which in turn only served to further enrage him. What truly drove him insane, however, was the running commentary Lilith kept up as she blocked his powerful blows, ducked away from his flying fists, and landed devastating strikes of her own.
“Is this about Rome? Are you still angry at me for Caligula? For a human, he had a surprisingly powerful appetite, although I did find Commodus a much more vigorous lover. Such a shame he believed his strength come from your father, and not from you. Is that why you had him murdered by one of your other descendants?”
During the fight, Lilith’s silk blouse had been shredded, the tatters fluttering about her slender, pale torso like ribbons and revealing the sheer black lace halter-bustier that barely concealed her breasts. Bruises faded as swiftly as they had appeared, her split lip healing and looking plump and inviting.
Ares tackled her to the floor, pinning her beneath his mammoth body. His skin was flushed a deep crimson, sweat coating his upper body and causing it to glow in the crackling firelight illuminating the chamber. He had both her slender wrists secured in a massive hand over her head, thrusting her breasts upwards as she lay beneath him.
Panting heavily, his chest heaving with his labored breaths, Ares glared down at Lilith with dark, hooded eyes, the others in the room forgotten as blood pounded in his ears and pulsed through his veins.
Lilith arched her delicate eyebrows, giving him a half-smile as she purred, “Ares, if you wanted me, all you had to do was…Fuck! I think I broke a nail on your hard head! Time out!”
“Shut up, female,” Ares growled, then slammed his mouth down on hers, swallowing her outraged response with a brutal, hungry kiss.
“Now can we get this party started?” Shemyaza asked plaintively, “It’s been about four thousand years since I’ve had sex, and I think the old pipes could use a good cleaning!”
4
And I, Omega
‘Nothing like a good fight to get the blood going,’ Lilith thought to herself as Ares’ cruel lips crushed hers while he pressed the heavy weight of his hulking body down upon her. She had known the quickest way to get his blood flowing was with a fight, the war god was predictable that way, and she needed to get his blood flowing hot and heavy.
She needed to get the blood of all these males flowing hot and heavy. Quickly. She had only a few hours before the point of no return had passed, and she needed these males in order to make sure her final preparations were in place.
Hooking her legs around Ares’, Lilith arched her hips, undulating her hips up against his groin. The feel of the thick, hard bar of his cock straining against his fatigues drew an unwilling groan from her throat that had the war god snarling in response, even as her instincts screamed for her to use every ounce of power within her body to struggle free of being pinned down.
Tangling a powerful hand in her hair, Ares yanked her head back and exposed her throat. Pulling his lips from hers, he glared down at her through narrowed, suspicious eyes as he growled, “I know how you work, Lilith, but I also know that you refuse to submit to any male. You want to be fucked, do you?”
He ground her hips back into the floor, bruising her ass against the stone as he pressed his arousal against her, tearing another wanton moan from her lips as he roared, “Answer me, female! Do. You. Want. To. Be. Fucked?”
He punctuated each word with a surge of his hips, pumping his covered cock against her covered mons, and Lilith gasped as she felt his teeth nip at her sensitive neck, just over the fluttering jugular vein.
Nostrils flaring in anger as she fought her instinctive need to struggle free from being helpless beneath a male, Lilith drew in a deep breath, filling her lungs with air heavily laden with the potent scent of Ares’ body. Sharp and musky, utterly male and powerful, combined with the powerful, demanding male looming over her, overpowering her with startling ease, Lilith hissed between clenched teeth, “Yes.”
His dark chuckle was cruel, even as he untangled his hand from her hair and traced his calloused fingers over the column of her throat in a surprisingly gentle caress. Slowly, he tightened his fingers around her neck, until she was gasping for air. Pressing a finger against her chin, he forced her to meet his burning, dark eyes. “Then submit,” a sneer crossed his sternly handsome face, “Or die.”
“Die?” Lilith choked out a disbelieving laugh, “Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
“Lilith,” Lucifer said, his tone maddeningly superior as he interjected, “You are crashing a meteor into our prison and potentially sending us all into oblivion at worst, the Dark Ages again at best. I would think our anger is justifiable, particularly as you did not give us enough warning to prepare ourselves for anything. And now you want an orgy as some kind of reward?”
“That is kind of sick and twisted,” Loki concurred, “I mean, I’m all for sick and twisted, but damn girl, a little warning would have been nice!”
“Yeah, I mean, you’ve told us we have six hours before the meteor hits, and now you want us to have a fucking gangbang?” Cain crouched down over Lilith’s head, his brawny legs spread apart as he looked down at her upside down. “Bitch, we’ve got shit to do if we want to survive, and while fucking you might be fun for a few hours, it’s not exactly high on my priorities list right now. I’ve got calls to make, pawns to maneuver, and shit to do.”
“Cain does have a point,” Xolotl concurred, stretching his hands arms overhead as he cracked his back, twisting from side-to-side, “As much as I hate to agree with him.”
“Aw, dudes, does this mean no orgy?” Shemyaza groaned. “What about all this?” He waved his hands to indicate his naked body, his cock fully engorged, thick and long, bouncing with the emphatic movement of his hands, “I mean, if we’re all going to die, I’m all for going out with a bang!”
There were murmurs of ascent from the others, but Lilith’s laughter had them pausing.
Loki eyed her warily, “I recognize that laugh. That’s the laugh of someone holding a trump card.”
“Your pathetic kingdoms will survive,” Lilith taunted, her eyes flicking from face-to-face. Even as Ares’ instinctively tightened his fingers around her neck, she curled her lip disdainfully as she continued. “When Ragnarök strikes, the barriers between the half-realms will be torn asunder. Those who have been forced to hide in fear of humanity will spill forth unto the Earth. The Higher Realms will be forever barred, they’ll be unable to do anything but watch helplessly as the walls between Earth and the Lower Realms are ripped asunder and destroyed. From the ashes, a new world will be born, one where the monsters rule. They’ll be transformed!”
“And what about the humans, you stupid cunt?” Ares spat in her face, turning her attention back to him, “Without worshippers, any of us with divine blood will be fucked without their souls to empower us. What about those monsters who feed upon humans, or need them to breed?”
“Survival of the fittest, my dear,” Lilith said with a cruel tilt to her lips. “It’s already in the air, in the soil, and the water. I’ve used magic and science to prepare the Earth for Ragnarök’s coming, and in less than six hours now, this world will end and a new, dark Eden shall arise. It’s too late to
stop it, and my death will only mean the eventual doom of every living soul. However, there is one more thing you all should know, first…”
Lilith closed her eyes, bracing herself for the next part of her plan; her trump card.
When she opened her eyes, Ares reared back in shock, his hand falling lax from around her throat as he scrambled backwards.
Lilith’s skin glowed with lambent light, a quicksilver radiance that caught and amplified the eerie jade and amethyst fires of the Aurora Borealis outside. The pendant nestled between her breasts flared with a blazing arcane symbol. Her eyes had become fathomless abysses, black voids utterly bereft of light. When she spoke, it was with the chorus of a thousand voices, crying out her words in unison.
“As you and your descendants are the Alphas, I and mine are the Omegas. Alphas shall be reborn in the flames of Ragnarök, forged in the fires of blood and war, fated to rule the Dark Eden for eternity, but without their Omegas, they shall be at each other’s throats, unable to breed, unable to find solace, little better than feral beasts. Omegas are the keys to Paradise, but only if their Alphas can earn their submission! So mote it be!”
Magic surged through the leylines beneath the castle, bolstered by the energies coursing through the Heavens, as Lilith called upon six thousand years of careful planning and plotting, sorrow and sacrifice, seas of blood and countless sacrificed lives.
The six males, six of the most powerful immortals dwelling on Earth, were caught in the center of the vortex of power.
They tried to resist, calling upon every ounce of magic within their souls, every molecule of raw strength in their supernatural bodies, but those energies only further fueled Lilith’s diabolical thaumaturgy.
The sound of her voice was drowned out by six masculine roars of shock and pain as their immortal bodies were transfigured, their spirits torn asunder and reforged.
