Rising Above

She smiled, revealing larger than average canine teeth, but even that was different from what he’d remembered. “Yes Gabe, darling. It’s me.” She smiled, reaching out with her white hand, full of black polished fingernails that all hooked into manicured and mild claws and straightened the collar of his white shirt. “Come on, let’s talk!” She took his hand, suggestively stroking his palm with one of her fingernails, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Mother! I saw him first!” Whined the brunette that both Gabriel and Lilith had momentarily forgotten.

“Take a break, Baysalia. Now!” Lilith ordered, as she led Gabriel over to an out of the way booth in a corner lit only by the table lantern. The brunette stormed off.

“Lily,” Gabriel groaned with an aroused smile. “So what has it been? Sixty, seventy years?” He asked as he slid into the booth with her.

Lilith smiled as she ordered two bottles, one of the Sloe gin she’d last grown accustomed to tasting in his kisses, and one from her own personal stock. “It was in 1968, dear. But how sweet, and also expressive, that to you it has seemed so much longer than that.” She said, lighting a cigarette at the end of a long holder, her voice full of sarcasm.

“I wouldn’t read too much into it, you know how a century is barely the blink of an eye.” Gabriel answered with a smile of superiority. “And by the way, cigarette holders went out a very long time ago, fossil!”

“Nonsense, some things are classic, relic!” Lilith blew smoke in his face, and smiled smugly.

”But I see for all your sophistication, you’re still jealous even after all these years.” Gabriel smiled back, remembering how she hated to be called jealous, even if upsetting Lilith could sometimes be a bloody and dangerous ordeal.

“Jealous?” Lilith asked, taking another puff of her cigarette. “You mean Baysalia?” She began to laugh.

“Well, Lily, she did see me first.” Gabriel leveled a stare at her, wondering why she laughed; he’d learned to brace himself whenever Lilith found something amusing.

“My dear angel, I am not jealous of Baysalia.” She sighed, taking her time in telling him the truth, liking the way he had to sit and wait. “I couldn’t let Baysalia take you upstairs, darling, because you see, Baysalia is your daughter. In fact, all of them in here are.” Lilith casually blew smoke upwards into the air; then burst out laughing at the look in Gabriel’s eyes.

“What the fuck do you mean, Lily?” Gabriel’s teeth clenched, his eyes narrowed. Lilith was very good at playing games; he hated games.

“Oh please, Gabe! I’ve been fucking you on and off since time began! Don’t tell me you’re really astounded to see that it’s paid off a few thousand times.” She sounded bothered, but quickly settled herself, running her fingers through her hair. She smiled again, taking another drag from her cigarette.

“I thought your daughters were all demons.” That was the deal when she’d refused to come back to the Garden, live only on the blood of newborns, spawn little demons and have one hundred of her children die every day; how could he be the father of a demon?

“And most of them are, but I lose so many of them each time the sunrises that your daughters have gained the upper hand in the population. You see, it’s only one hundred demons that are required to die each day, and sometimes, Gabe, I must tell you, the fact that your daughters are all still with me is the only proof I have that you are not a demon yourself.” Lilith responded, with a dry smile, for there were times since she and Gabriel had met that she had wondered; she couldn’t help questioning his motives anymore. She could tell he was about to ask another question, the word “how” was forming on his supple lips.

“You never noticed because hundreds of them are born each day, and there is nothing conventional about this reproduction, I carry them for an hour or so, and they are born out of my heart, to replace their sisters, it only takes a few minutes, and they grow up in a matter of hours, then seek their own way in this world.” This conversation was boring for her, this was just life. “But yes, before you ask, I do require something male to make this happen, and you, my dear Archangel, fit that bill, human, demon or other, it doesn’t matter.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He asked, still not completely resigned to the notion that all his children were basically whores, and dancing naked around him, and that they didn’t even know him. Perhaps being thrown out of Heaven so many times had caused him to miss a few things.

“Because it wasn’t your business, until Baysalia took a rather unnatural interest in her father.” Lilith smiled. “But, let’s not dwell on this, no harm was done, and the two of us haven’t had a child in decades. I haven’t had any children in a few years, in fact, but it’s not worth discussing when we have so much other stuff to talk about, agreed?”

She reached across the table and patted Gabriel’s hand, she really didn’t want to and hadn’t meant to unsettle him, it had been so long since she’d seen him, and she’d always liked him, couldn’t let herself trust him, but she’d always liked him. Gabriel took her hand and smiled at her, she sighed happily. “So…I guess it was you whom I drove passed walking the streets with his angelic dick in his hand, after all.”
“You hoped anyway, didn’t you?” Gabriel smiled, not wanting to discuss the whole children issue any longer himself. She was right, no harm had been done, and also, Lilith’s daughters were just that, Lilith’s daughters, it really wasn’t his business.

“I knew it was you, I could see you were carrying a horn with you, and since you bare no resemblance to the great Satchmo, I figured it out pretty quickly.” She laughed. “So, how is your war?”

“You don’t care. You never have, so why ask?” He regretted that she’d even brought it up. He would have rather steered the conversation to their last chance encounter in a 1968 nightclub, when he’d fucked her so hard in the gentleman’s lounge, they’d knocked the sink off the wall. But, Lilith clearly meant to catch up on things first, he sighed, feeling his cock relax against his leg.

“Just because I’m not on your side, or anyone else’s side, doesn’t mean I don’t care about the war. It’s just that the outcome doesn’t effect me, I’m stuck here on earth, forever.” Lilith answered, a bit annoyed. “However, I had a soul once, if you recall. And, if you recall, I lost it.” She paused, her voice lit with a bit of blame that she made no effort to hide. She sighed, he’d only just got here; she’d wait until after she fucked him to rip into him. “But, I’ve found that at times I am better off without it, less guilt that way, and that is so very helpful when you’re damned to live forever on the blood of newborns.” She smiled, her tone still accusing though she’d meant to lessen it, and then took a long draw from her cigarette, trying to settle herself down before Gabriel got angry. Her violet eyes cast about the humans in the room. “You are an intensely beautiful creature, Seraph, I’ve never understood why you want to be like them.”

“I don’t want to be like those monkeys, Lily. I want, as I always have, to be more glorious than the monkeys!” He growled, leaning across the table at her with a sneer, for the reproach in her voice hadn’t gone unnoticed, and that had irritated him more than her implication that he wished to be human.

“Oh please, Gabe. You sound like a whining child whose trip to the zoo just didn’t turn out as he expected.” Lilith sighed. Gabriel had forever turned her on like no one else, but whenever he started pissing and moaning about souls and who had them, her interest in him dropped like a stone. “You know, you could at least lie and say how good it is to see me again, instead.”

A waiter brought two glasses and the two bottles to the table and quickly left. Gabriel poured himself a drink, trying not to notice how high and mighty Lilith still thought she was. “Angels can’t lie, Lily.” He smiled. “And if you do care about the war, prove it, by helping me win it. You helped me once before, we helped each other, in fact.”

Lilith swallowed down a gulp of the thick red liquid she’d poured from the bottle in front of her, almost like she was trying to knock back something with it. True, she had let Gabriel talk her into aiding him with a plan to show God that humans were not to be trusted, and not worthy of being given a soul. He’d billed his plan not only as a wake up call to God, but also as a way for her to get even with Adam for what he’d done to her. But at the time, Lilith herself still had a soul, but after she’d helped Gabriel with his little brainstorm, she’d lost it. She could never quite resign herself to that occurrence not being one of Gabriel’s motives when he’d come to her in the first place, for she was one of only three ‘monkeys’ on the planet at the time, perhaps he’d meant to erase each of their souls one by one, and had just started with hers.

“Right, I helped you ‘once’, the operative word is ‘once’.” She said flatly, her body posture stiffening. “And look what it cost me!” She raised her hand to her eye, touching her fingertip to her sclera, and peeling off the thin layer of white background and purple iris, revealing a deep orange eyeball, with an up and down black slit for a pupil.


Guilt washed over Gabriel again, but he was not intimidated at the sight of her true eyes; he’d been gazing into those snake eyes for years.

“You know I’ve always felt bad about that, Lily. I mean, it really is my fault, I’m sorry.” He said casually as she again refitted the modified type of contact lens. Apologies were not something he was good at, because he hated them. He’d rather distract her by celebrating himself. “You have to admit, it was a wonderful idea, though!” He smiled, raising his glass to himself.

“True,” Lilith agreed, but wishing she didn’t feel that way. “And, if you were to come to me again, telling me you had a fabulous idea about how to get idiotic, childish Adam, and that bimbo Eve, thrown out the Garden, I would probably let you turn me into a snake all over again, too.” She smiled.

Lucifer may have gotten all the credit when it came to who told Eve to eat that apple, but she and Gabriel knew the truth. She and Gabriel had laughed and laughed following the little prank they’d pulled, elated that it had worked so well, making fun of Eve; “Oh wow! A talking snake! Of course I’ll eat this apple, snake!” It really had been too easy, and she and Gabriel had rejoiced in their great victory by holding up in a cave together, letting every carnal desire each had ever felt be satisfied by the other. Maybe they’d even loved one another then, she didn’t know, love would have required trust, and one thing Lilith had learned was to never trust an angel, specifically Gabriel.

Unfortunately, God didn’t think Gabriel clever, or Lilith a wonderful actress, and he’d stripped her of her soul and cursed her eyes, and teeth, to remain that of a snake’s for eternity; something she’d always wished hadn’t happened. Her existence, up until the last twenty-five years had been spent behind black veils, or behind the lenses of dark glasses. She’d originally been given such pretty eyes, light and lively green, like two faceted peridots. She wished she still had her remarkable green eyes, she’d been so proud of them, for there was nothing else in the Garden with eyes like hers. It wasn’t’ fair to have lost such striking green treasures as her eyes were and to be reduced to the cold and ugly stare of a serpent; for the rest of her was so perfect, every man’s dream. Lilith was deeply hurt by the loss of her eyes, and she hated Gabriel for it.

“But, let’s change the subject, again, shall we? What’s passed is past.” She forced herself to smile, but one look at Gabriel’s intense exquisiteness made it genuine again. No one turned her on like he did, whether she liked to admit it or not.

Gabriel reached across the table, taking her hand. “Not yet.” He said, trailing his fingers up her arm to her face, cupping her cheek. She never believed him whenever he tried to apologize for what had happened to her, or to her eyes, her teeth, to her soul, but then, would he have believed him if he were her? Lilith’s weakness, but also her strength, was that she could never trust anyone, particularly anything male. “I am sorry, Lily. And I’m not sorry for anything else I’ve ever done. I want you to know that.” She was the most beautiful woman God had ever created, and he’d been very lucky that she’d always taken to him, despite the trouble she could be. “I’m sorry for a lot of the stuff that happened to you. What Adam did to you wasn’t right.”

“Gabriel!” Lilith screeched, tensed, pulling away from him; tucking her arms across her chest like a shield, coiling up. The cool aloofness and control she’d always tried so hard to exude was momentarily broken, and Gabriel could see her eyes once again full of the memory of that terror, the blood and the savagery, and the stupidity and ignorance that had caused it; it was the original fear, of men, he saw in her eyes, even through the contact lenses.

Slowly, Gabriel moved next to her instead of across from her where the table separated them. She watched him, both her hands poised, ready to strike out at him with black claws if he made any sudden moves; her arms trembled with terrific anticipation. “I’ve always liked you Lily, I’ve always understood why you saw yourself as Adam’s equal, why else do you think God sent Snvi, Snsvi and Smnglof after you when you flew from the Garden instead of me? Because he knew I agreed with your decision to leave and why.” Lilith jumped when he stretched his arm out behind her, trying to slowly envelop her.

“I wish I had the power to make you believe me, I don’t say ‘sorry’ often…okay, never, but I am.” He angled his head, trying to get her to look him in the eyes, so that she could read what was in them, but she wouldn’t.

“I’m not him, Lily,” Gabriel spoke tenderly, making sure she could see every move he made, easing his arm around her, being more than vigilant, for he’d been torn to ribbons by those claws and fangs before when she’d launched into a panic. “I’m not one of those monkeys, you don’t have to be afraid of me.” His voice was soft, he was peaceful, patient, seductive, like the Gabriel he was before the ‘monkeys’ had a soul. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders; she twitched and stiffened. He stroked her hair, blew softly on her neck. “God gave his angels the power to heal, why don’t you just let me try one more time? I won’t hurt you.”

Lilith exploded away from him, moving until there was at least two feet separating them now, catching her breath, but the distance giving her back her domineering nature. “You are not that type of angel, Gabriel!” She growled.

“I was once, I could be again,” he answered, knowing it was useless to keep trying this routine, but he’d give it one more effort. “For you, that is, Lily!” He added, again wishing she’d look at him long enough to see what flickered in his eyes, but she just stayed all coiled up, scared, angry. He sat back against the booth, not looking at her anymore, and reached for his drink. As always, Lilith had to be the one who made all the moves. Again, it was one of her silly games, a game that she’d been playing ever since being banished from the Garden, and Gabriel hated games. Still, Lilith had her moments, and sometimes, she was so worth the aggravation.

“No!” Lilith bit out between clenched canine teeth, her glare and the tone of her voice annoyed Gabriel.

“You know, Lily,” he began, looking up at her again, letting his irritation show that she had refused his help, again. “You are an incredibly exquisite, sexy thing, and I’m sure that every thing with a dick that sees you wishes it could fuck you right on the spot, but that still doesn’t give you any real authority.” How did she even imagine that she was more powerful than he was? The only reason she could pretend that was because he’d always let her, because she would never let him take away her fear and her pain, but he was tired of letting her pretend.

Lilith took another big gulp of the crimson liquid in her glass, her confidence fully resettled now. She looked directly at Gabriel and smiled with narrowed eyes. “It does if you’re one of the things with a dick!”

“Your delusions of superiority are getting very old, Lily. They have been since the last half of the third century.” Gabriel sighed, but it wasn’t the first time he’d told her this. “How do you even figure that you are more powerful than me? I don’t care about your eyes, your teeth, or what you’re drinking from that glass, you were nothing but a monkey once! I know, I was there, I remember!” He said, squinting his eyes at her and smiling with superiority.

Lilith drew in a quick angry breath, her eyes narrowing, her teeth becoming visible behind her ruby lips. “Shut up, Gabriel!” She snarled, laying her cigarette that was mostly burned out now in the ashtray. She hated him for daring to bring up her past that way, and make that offer of healing. He was always trying to persuade her, and she hated it every time! He’d attempted that once, it didn’t end pretty for either of them and there was no way she’d go through it again. Still, he was right, he was so much more powerful than she was, stronger, but just as soulless and therefore craved sexual bonds just as badly. No one turned her on like Gabriel did, like he was now.

He grinned dangerously at her. “You want me to shut up? The make me, baby! Make me!” He knew such a challenge would anger Lilith to no end, and he waited to feel the sting of claws and fangs, and when she lunged at him, he was sure she meant to tear out his heart. But she didn’t. In a flash she’d thrown her arms around him and kissed him wildly, passionately, angrily, her teeth scraping his, her tongue rushing into his mouth, pushing at the roof of his mouth as her nails threatened to tear through his black coat. He could feel that she’d hidden her cursed fangs with dental plates and caps, and he was glad, it took so much of the danger out of kissing her. His erection that had been cooling and calming suddenly sprang to life again between them, Gabriel groaned, so glad that Lilith’s angry moods so often lead to her desirous ones, for he’d been looking for sex to start with. It had been years since he’d fucked her, and he wanted to fuck her, even if she would ardently refuse to lie beneath him.

Lilith’s hand found his belt and began to undue it. She’d had several thousand lovers in her time, but none were like Gabriel, none were made so long, so thick and so smooth, with a broad, sensitive glans like Gabriel. He’d always fit inside her like her body had been molded around his attributes in her creation. She’d missed how it felt to have him stuck up into her, hitting every spot of nerves she had, filling her vagina to it’s hilt, and touching the place that none of her other lovers could ever penetrate; her heart. But it wasn’t her heart she tried to satisfy now, she just wanted his cock, to see it and hold it and feel it’s immensity in her hands. She unzipped the fly of his pants, sliding her hand into them and not having to search very long before his smooth, almost egg shaped and sized glans bounded up against her palm. She closed her hand around it gently, straddling Gabriel’s lap, and beginning to turn the hand that gripped him as if she were turning a doorknob. Gabriel moaned a deep sound of satisfaction and slumped back against the leather of the booth, feeling her start to add some pressure, working the head of his long cock like she was squeezing juice from an orange.

“I have missed you, Lily.” He breathed, touching her cheek with one hand and stroking her back seductively with the other.

“I said shut up!” She snapped, but then smiled at him and kissed him again, releasing his glans and turning her palm against the underside of his shaft, her fingertips against the base of his cock and the very tip of it pressing just above her wrist, and she slowly began to rub her hand up and down the belly of his shaft, hitting his frenulum frequently with even pressure. She slid down his body, kneeling on the floor, bending over his swollen arching organ, watching the cleft in his glans quiver and contract, as his cock grew fatter and redder.

He was the perfect sexual creature, insatiable, inventive, so much more capable than human men, for angels could cum again and again and again without collapsing like logs beside their partners. Lilith loved that about him almost as much as she did the extensive root between his thighs. She leaned forward, pressing a tight lipped kiss to his glans, making him growl and thrust against her mouth until she opened it, letting him slide his big hot pink glans between her lips, entwining her tongue around it as her fingers cupped his big round smooth balls, gently rolling them around in her palm.

“Oh Lily,” Gabriel moaned under his breath, laying his head back and looking up at the ceiling, noticing for the first time a Roman orgy scene was painted on it. He smiled, there was pleasure between his legs and a dirty magazine above him, he loved it. He also loved that the place was crowded with people; public scenes had never bothered him, or Lilith, together they’d disrupted a mass with their zealous and eager cries at Notre Dame in Paris when he’d fucked her in the confessional that sat beneath his statue. What a memory, how long ago had that been? Was it in 1590 something? Could it really have been so long ago? “Do you remember Notre Dame, Lily?” He asked, his voice half groan as he stared up at the image of a young woman filled to her capacity by two men.

Lilith lifted her head from his cock, elbows on his thighs and her hands supporting her head as she looked up at him. “Do you want me to talk or suck?” She asked levelly, but smiled.

Gabriel looked down at her, wishing she’d lose the dress, she had incredible tits, and he really wanted to bury his dick between them. Still, no one sucked cock like Lilith. “Suck.” He said matter of factly, giving her a nod, putting his hand on the top of her head and guiding her back down to his thundering erection. “Just don’t get me off too soon, I wanna live this for as long as possible.”

Lilith wrapped her hand around his shaft at the base, two big veins pumped and pounded under her fingers and she stroked her hand up and down slowly, his big dick bobbing up and down in her hand. She smiled. “Me too!” She stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip into his meatus, watching as his eyes close and his face grimaced. After licking around his coronal ridge a few brisk times, she parted her lips, creating only enough suction to suck his glans into her mouth, holding only the head of his cock there, forming a vacuum of gentle sucking pressure. She wrapped her hands around his throbbing shaft to hold him still as she began to gently flick her tongue around the swollen head of his cock, touching just enough with her tongue to tickle him. She looked up to see Gabriel folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back, groaning with a smile that told her she was the only one who was this good.

Lilith gently pinched the skin of his shaft a few times, opening her mouth again, but continuing to lightly pat around the entire surface of his glans with her tongue, lightly, like a feather. Then with the tip of her tongue she slowly traced an “X” from one corner of his frenulum to the top of his glans at the opposite corner, and then once again sucked him into the perfect gentle vacuum of her mouth. Once more she began the taps and flicks of her tongue, like the flutter of butterfly wings all over the head of his cock as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling beneath his white shirt, his hard nipples visible against the fabric. She worked his organ in this teasing manner for almost ten minutes, never tiring, just diligently switching back and forth from her feather light tongue taps and tracing the “X”, gently cupping and tugging at his scrotum with her other hand until Gabriel took a handful of her blond hair at the back of her neck, and held her still as he thrust himself all the way into her accomplished throat, moaning loudly enough to make a few heads turn their direction.

She didn’t flinch, prior experience with Gabriel, and knowing what a sexually impulsive creature he was, had taught her to always expect the unexpected. He wanted to be deep within her throat now, but that didn’t mean her job of pleasuring him was over. She dropped her jaw a little more, elongated her neck to better the angle he filled her mouth and throat at, then took what remained of his shaft into her mouth. Her nose pressed against the soft skin above his cock where human males had nests of coarse hairs; yet another thing she’d enjoyed about Gabriel’s angelic body, none of those wirery little pubic hairs getting into her mouth, throwing off her rhythm when she went down on him. Lazily she began to trace the pattern of a figure eight laying on its side on his groin with the tip of her nose, making her figure eight about three inches long, giving his big tool plenty of room to slide around and feel different pressures from different places in her mouth and throat.

“Good glory, Lily!” Gabriel moaned, arching into her mouth and reeling once more as she began to pull her head slowly up his cock, still tracing the lazy figure eights, going all the way up his cock, and then slowly back down again until she’d enveloped all of him inside her mouth once more. “Nothing else feels like your mouth and tongue!”

His cock was growing harder and warmer from all the friction created by being passed in and out of her warm moist throat, his thighs were tensed, balls tight up against his body. It was time to cool his rod just a bit. She wrapped her lips firmly around his shaft, opening her mouth as wide as she could, inhaling as deep a breath as she could, dragging her head up his shaft as she sucked in air. Her upstroke motion ended at the tip of his glans just as her lungs were filled to capacity with air, her intake of breath cooling his cock. But now, as she forced the air slowly out of her lungs, again traveling back down his shaft with her mouth still open wide, her hot breath warmed his quivering flesh again. He shivered, and she repeated the motion several times, before again focusing on his glans only, sucking it hard and steadying him with one hand, sensing from the way he moaned and groaned and breathed that he was about to cum.

“Yeah, Lily!” He growled deeply, blindly grabbing her by her shoulders, thrusting himself into her mouth. His glans spasmed, a few drops of clear pre-cum dripping out, and as soon as Lilith felt it, she tightened her grip around his shaft, pinching off his urethra, not allowing his semen to escape, but sucking his glans hard as his cock went through the spasms and jerks of orgasm, though nothing erupted from the cleft in his cock head.

She’d only delayed his spurt a few seconds before Lilith could feel the immense pressure that was building behind her fingers, and reached up to the table for her glass that still contained some of her drink, releasing Gabriel’s still spasming cock and catching his powerful surge of semen in her glass, swirling it with the crimson liquid and drinking it down in one gulp. She looked up at him, his once tense body now peacefully relaxed, softening dick laying against his thigh as he slowly rubbed his temples with his hands. She smiled proudly, and climbed back up onto the seat of the booth with him.

Gabriel still tried to catch his breath as he tucked himself back into his pants, refastening everything but his belt. He poured himself another drink, slammed it back and then looked over at Lilith, who smiled at him. “That could get you sainthood, you know that?” He asked. Lilith burst out laughing. “I’m serious, I could pull some strings, you know.” He smirked, and poured himself another gin.

“I can’t wait to see what my icon will look like.” She laughed, sitting back and crossing her long legs, holding her glass in her hand and looking as elegant as anything that drank blood should.

Gabriel pointed up to the ceiling where a half naked slave girl was depicted fellatiating her master’s huge cock. “Something like that, if I have my say, but with bigger tits, of course.” She giggled again, and he put his arm around her, pulling her close, her head on his shoulder. His desires were fed, for now, but as he was a sexual being, as well as a holy one, they would resurge again shortly. But for now, he could talk to her without clouded thoughts. “So, I didn’t get the chance to ask, what are you doing now, besides this?” He looked around the club then back down at Lilith.

“Well, a funny thing happened in the ‘60’s,” Lilith sighed, it was good to be close to Gabriel like this again, this was better than fighting with him, though part of her enjoyed that immensely too. “I became the new face of feminism, and now every time someone says my name, men quake in their boots.” She smiled. “But you know, I think I enjoyed it when everyone depicted me as a cave dwelling lizard-like she-demon better…at least then I was set apart from all of them,” she motioned towards the humans. “Now, I’m just the ‘first feminist’.” Her eyes narrowed as she said the words, she didn’t like being the figurehead of any movement, particularly one that thought one gender was better than the other. She’d never felt that, she’d only seen herself as man’s equal, for they were both constructed of the same materials. “Other than that, I’ve been making my way with in my normal fashion, blood, children, blah blah blah…oh, and I’ve been in a committed relationship for the last two years, too.” She began to laugh when she realized what she’d just said, and what had just almost happened. “I mean, I was.”

“A committed relationship?” Gabriel repeated in disbelief, but then he smiled. “So, what’s wrong with him, then?”

“Are you implying that anyone who enters into a relationship with me has something ‘wrong’ with them? I wouldn’t look so smug, Seraph! May I remind you that you and I shared two hundred and seventeen years of committed…hmm…is ‘bliss’ even the right word?” She laughed, but not just because of what she’d said, more from how the memory of those years with Gabriel truly made her feel good. They were her favorite memories.

Gabriel smiled, thinking back to the years 1704 through 1921 with her. “They were some good times, Lily. I’d like to see any monkey try to out match our…is ‘marriage’ even the right word?” He smirked, but his voice was full of pleasantness as he reminisced, looking down at her again. “So I ask again, from the perspective of someone who’s been there, what’s wrong with him?” He laughed.

Lilith reached forward, pouring herself another drink, taking a sip and raising an eyebrow at him. “Who said it was a ‘him’?” She smiled.


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