There were two things I learned about Enoch through the Eldrich slab. One, he was a survivor, and two, he was smart. One doesn't just betray Mephisto and Lucifer and escape. It might have cost half his soul, but the fact he remained hidden proved how resourceful he was. In such a sense, Lilith was right. Enoch was laying a trap.
But there were only two possibilities: The trap was for either me or Mephisto. And while I'm inclined to believe Mephisto was their true target. Metatron has already tried to kill/kidnap me once. It's not a stretch to think he is after me again.
"Enoch is currently in the Libary of Silence."
"Arsene…" Lilith called from in-between, swirling Iza and Ves through the Hell Pit. "You should stay out of it. Honestly, we have no bad blood with Enoch. If we—"
"It's not about bad blood," I told her, dismissing the Faceless. I turned to her, admiring her slender figure graced with curves that made my mind spin even to this day. "Enoch is a greedy bastard. That much is clear. I suspect that if we don't delay him now… we'll come to regret it. Throughout our journey, how much luck did we have? How much control did Mephisto have? Or Zariel?"
A frown marred her tender lips: " Tons. They might have had more influence than we know."
"Correct. The evidence says as much. Even if most of it was indirect: Zariel and Mephisto were there every step of the way. Enoch harbors the Sin of Greed. And do you know why? Do you know why he did so much evil? Why he was so greedy?"
She shook her head, and I might have as well had the Eldrich Slab not granted me such information. That motherfucker came in clutch.
"The Abyss breeds Chaos Dew, the Myriad Heavens is a Tear of sorts, its the rarest of the three, but the Nine Hells generates a single type of metal," I told her, slipping near her as the children's eyes began to waver. They grew more drowsy over time and slowly leaned against her breast, releasing yawns here and there.
"Metal? I've never heard of—"
Reaching into my inventory within the Hells, I summoned a small coin to show her. "This coin… Hell's main currency: This coin is worth more than a Fell God."
Lilith reached for the old tattered coin withered with rust and dirt and fiddled with it for a second or two. "There's a soul in it."
"Indeed. And that soul belongs to a Fell God." Her eyes went wide as I grimly nodded. "By itself, this mythical metal is useless. It breaks and shatters without the slightest touch. But the moment you put a soul in it. It becomes the strongest metal within all the known myriad heavens."
"Inferium Ore." She said through a state of knowing.
I grinned, somewhat jealous Lilith had access to a literal infinite library of knowledge. " Yes," I said, dragging her to my lap as she giggled, seemingly noticing my envy.
"The reason the Hells. Including demons and Devils who are so obsessed with souls is this reason alone, if you create one Soul Coin. These coins are… powerful. No. They go beyond that. To put it simply. Having a single coin allows anything you anything imaginable. It can either make you a king or a beggar. With this one coin... You may wish upon just about anything."
"So there rare?"
"It's a currency outside of trading souls directly. But its biggest feature is that it allows anyone outside of Demons and Devils to grant wishes. And I mean true wishes. Anyway, these coins are exceptionally powerful. But my kingdom right now is quite poor with trillions in debt."
"T-Trillions? Arsene, if each soul coin has the soul of a Fell God, doesn't that mean…" she paused as I continued.
"Yes. One of the biggest games Fallen and High-rank demons and Devils play is raising a mortal to the status of Fell God before slaughtering them for their souls. And the one thing Demons/Devils have going for them is their immortality. They got time."
Seeing Lilith lost in thought, I narrowed my eyes and, without thinking, slipped my hands between her legs, sending a jolt through her entire body. The children stirred a little but fell back asleep.
Lilith, however, whirled her head to me, her eyes wide: " What are you doing!"
"Hmmm." I glanced at the twins, happily tired from splashing in a Hell Pit. And grinned evilly at her." What? We stopped fucking once you reached a certain point in your pregnancy. Don't tell me you don't want to—"
"I didn't say that…. It's just the children are—"
She squirmed, pushing down the moan the best she could as my fingers glided over Lilith's most sensitive area. It was even softer... warmer than what I remembered.
"You came into this pit naked, not me. What did you think was going to happen? Walking around with your tits flapping back and forth, ass plum as a peach, with curves that make my cock tremble. Honestly, if I didn't try to fuck you. I'd think me gay."
"... Your such… a… Pig." She moaned, leaning her head back as I took her by the lips.
Enjoying the sweet, succulent sensation intertwining into a rich poison that made my mind and body want to leave itself. I reached for the twins, banishing them back to the Abyss, right in their shared crib, before taking hold of a few pounds of flesh that hung on her chest.
The emerald water swayed back and forth as my finger whirled counterclockwise against the tips of her breast. Teasing the living shit out of her as her hips began to slap against my cock.
As if her body begged me to take her, Lilith's white-hot stare peered deeply at me as scales began to form around her succulent flesh. Her devilish beauty became shrouded by her abyssal nature. Transforming her demoness grace to something that made my soul howl for more.
She smiled, reached for my palms, stopped them, and turned to face me. "It's not fair," she whispered in a devilish tone, reaching for Lil Arsene, already poised for war. He saluted its commander as she gave him a firm grip.
I gulped, feeling an intense heat, a pressure her very divinity gave off, sending my body into a state of hyperfocus. Lilith flew us out of the Pit and pushed me onto the solid ground. Her regalness only enchanting her transcendent beauty.
"Is this the cock you used to fuck Tenebrae? Or Tia?"
'... fuck'
"Babe…"
"Don't Babe me," she said, startling me; she licked her lips. "I'm going to kill Ezra first, then…"
Twisting her on all fours, before more could be said, I sneered." You talk too much."
Wet as the ocean and not from the Hell Pit, I gave her garden a good taste as she moaned and squirmed, her face already buried in the stone. I nodded and lifted her head up with a jerk to her silvery hair.
"Do it. Fuck me." She said, grinning with a sliver of drool rolling down her chin. "Tear me up."
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