Time didn't move here.
It fractured.
Raven Keal floated in the dark, broken beyond shape. No body. No voice. Just memory carved into soul.
He should've been gone by now.
Ten minutes was all it took for most souls to fade. That's what the legends said. Ten minutes in the Death Realm, and you were nothing.
He'd been here longer.
He could feel it.
A heartbeat ago, he was alive.
A sword through his ribs.
His lover's hand still warm on the hilt.
"I'm sorry," she had whispered.
The last thing he saw was her turning away.
Now he hung in silence.
There was no pain here. Not like in life.
Only… reminders.
Their faces.
Their laughter.
The moment they chose survival over him.
The woman he would've died for — did die for — looking away.
His mind twisted. Again. And again. Like a spiral of fire with no air.
And then —
She arrived.
The void rippled like silk being torn. A presence. Not light. Not heat. Something older.
She stepped from the dark, barefoot and bare-shouldered, hips wrapped in a shadow-thin skirt that didn't hide much. Her corset shimmered with bloodthread, hugging a perfect hourglass figure that made the void itself flinch. Skin like onyx. Hair like liquid night.
And her eyes —
black.
Not empty. Devouring.
She smiled. "Still intact. That's rare."
Raven didn't speak.
"Your soul should've bled out by now," she said, circling. "But you… you're holding together through pure rage."
She crouched beside him, one hand stroking the air where his chest should be. "You're beautiful. In the way broken blades are."
Raven's voice came out cracked. "Who the fuck are you."
She licked her lips.
"Lilith. Queen of Ruin."
"Breaker of Thrones. Goddess of the End."
"And maybe, if you're lucky… your salvation."
He didn't answer.
She sighed dramatically, resting her chin on his shoulder — or the soul of it.
"They always do this," she muttered. "The strong ones. Cling to pride like it's armor. Even when they're dead."
"I don't need saving."
"Oh, I'm not offering salvation, darling." Her breath warmed his neck. "I'm offering vengeance."
That made him blink.
Lilith rose, her body glowing faintly now — soft red lines like veins of mana curling along her thighs, over her chest, up her throat.
"Your world forgot you," she said. "Three hundred years passed while you floated here. No songs. No shrines. Not even a name etched in stone."
Raven clenched a invisible fists.
She smiled. "But I remember you."
The void around them shifted. She snapped her fingers.
Suddenly, Raven stood on a battlefield — not real, but made of memory and pain.
His old team.
Their faces. Laughing. Fighting.
Then: the betrayal. In slow motion.
The sword. The blood.
Her kiss.
The silence.
He gasped. Dropped to one knee.
Lilith walked through the vision like a ghost through smoke. "You protected them. You bled for them. And they carved you open."
Raven growled. "Shut it."
"You think you're angry?" she said. "You're barely scratching the surface."
She stepped close again. Her fingers caressed his jaw, feather-light.
"Let me make you more."
He looked up, eyes blazing.
"More what?"
Her smile turned savage.
"More of everything."
With a snap, the void changed again.
They now stood on black glass — endless, reflective, and cracked. Raven saw himself for the first time since death.
He was taller. Pale skin stretched over a refined, muscular frame. White hair. Cold blue eyes that didn't blink. His shadow moved before he did.
"Your new vessel," Lilith purred. "Built from your rage. My flame. And the truth of what you are now."
"And what's that?"
Her voice dropped into a purr.
"Mine."
She kissed him.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't kind. Her mouth devoured him — tongue, lips, breath — like she was claiming territory. Raven groaned into it, surprised by how real it felt.
Then her hand slid down his chest.
"I don't seal pacts with words," she whispered.
Her clothes dissolved into vapor.
Raven froze.
He swallowed. "This is part of the deal?"
"It is the deal." She pushed him down. "You want my power? My flame? You want to rise from the ashes and burn this world to the ground?"
She straddled him, her folds sliding against his hardening length.
"If this is what it takes. I will take you," he growled.
Lilith laughed softly, lowering her face to his."No, pet. I'll take you."
She pushed him back with one hand against his chest — her strength absolute, divine, unyielding. Raven's reborn body, sculpted in fury and vengeance, hit the void-glass floor with a hard thud. His cock twitched, fully erect, pulsing with need and energy he didn't understand.
Her breasts were perfect — full, heavy, the kind men would kill to worship. Her waist dipped into curving hips made to sit on thrones… or on faces. Between her thighs, her pussy glistened with divine arousal, lips plump and already wet — dark, hot, dripping with shadow-slick.
"You want power?" she purred, straddling his chest with wicked grace. "Then take it like a good little heretic."
She sat on his face without warning.
Her cunt slid over his mouth with a wet, heated grind — and she moaned, sharp and unrestrained.
"Fuuuck… Yes," she hissed. "Lick your goddess. Worship what made you."
Raven groaned into her. He didn't resist. His tongue worked, instinctive and hungry, lapping at her soaked folds. She tasted like mana and ruin — corrupted sweetness with a divine aftershock.
Lilith rolled her hips, fucking his mouth like a throne, one hand tangled in his white hair, the other stroking her own breast. Her moans grew louder, body shaking against him.
"Mmmnn... such a pretty mouth," she gasped. "You exist to serve this cunt now. Isn't that right?"
He didn't answer — couldn't. But he moaned. And it made her cum.
She grinded down, hard, cumming right on his tongue — shivering, panting, slick flooding his face.
"Good boy," she panted, sliding back down his body, dripping down his chest. "Now I'll give you your reward."
She grabbed his cock, painfully hard and twitching.
"You don't get to thrust.""You don't get to control.""You sit still… and take every. Fucking. Drop."
She aligned her soaked pussy over his cock and slammed down in one savage stroke.
Raven arched his back, gasping. Her heat swallowed him whole — tight, soaked, already clenching around him like she was milking his soul.
Lilith rolled her hips slowly. Her inner walls gripped him like velvet chains. Every motion was perfect. Deliberate. She was fucking him like she'd done this for millennia — and maybe she had.
Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her eyes glowed with divine black light. Her moans were pure sex and power.
"Look at you," she whispered. "The mighty Raven Keal… reborn as my fuckpet."
He was shaking.
The Death Realm quaked beneath them.
Lilith sped up. Harder. Faster. Her pussy clapped down on him mercilessly. Slick dripped down his balls. Her ass slammed into his thighs with divine rhythm.
"You'll cum when I say," she snarled. "And when you do — you'll be mine forever."
She leaned down, biting his throat hard enough to mark his soul.
Raven groaned. "Lilith—fuck—I can't—"
"Not yet."
Her eyes locked with his. She squeezed him inside her with unnatural force — milking him without letting him break.
Then she came again — screaming his name, nails raking his chest, body shaking. Her squirt splashed down over his stomach and thighs, soaking him in her divine nectar.
"NOW!" she screamed, slamming down and locking him inside.
Raven roared — cumming harder than ever before, his cock pumping seed into her womb while black flame exploded around them.
Their souls sealed. Their pact etched into eternity. Divine power surged, fused, corrupted.
Lilith collapsed forward, panting on his chest, sweat-soaked and smiling.
"Welcome back," she whispered, licking his ear."My little heretic."