Jax didn't move, letting her words hang in the mana-saturated air. "A reward?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, "I thought the blessings were the reward."
Lilith's smile was a work of art, all sharp edges and sinful promise. "Those were contracts," she corrected, her voice a silken whisper, "Tools for the war you're about to wage. This… this is just for me. A celebration of the king you've become."
She took a step back, raising a hand. With a flick of her wrist, the shadows and light of the chamber coalesced. A bed, even more magnificent than the one in the Sanctum of Convergence, materialized behind him.
Its frame was wrought from blackened, thorn-like metal that seemed to drink the light, and the sheets were the color of spilled blood, shimmering with an internal, dark luminescence. Beside the bed, coils of impossibly black rope, looking like spun shadow, materialized and draped themselves over the edge.
