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[b][u][center]Heaven Damned 3

Spite

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Lilith almost fell face-first into the stone streets of Hell as the portal closed behind her. The pain in her middle roared to a greater height than she had ever imagined, and the roars of anguish that escaped her called every demon right down to its soul. She screamed as the two children inside her started to shift, and she screamed from what she had seen in the other world.

Jehovah, that damned tiger, had not only broken with her, but he had done it with soulless, mindless drones that had nothing to offer. She didn’t want him; in fact, she hated him, and if there had been anything but these children at stake -

But they were, and he had thrown her to the side, displaying a callous lack of care for [i]anything[/i] other than his perceived sense of order. He had left her for over a month, indulging himself while she grew fatter and rounder with her pregnancy, and -

“AAAAAAAGH!”

Another scream ripped free of her jaws as the demons found her. Tall, red, winged, they surrounded her on all sides and carried her along. Arms under hers, hands and limbs around her middle, they pushed and carried her through the streets. There were no questions, no whispers of curiosity. That was not their way. They were, instead, devoted to getting her to somewhere safe.

As they passed through the doorway of a great palace - one that they had built rather than one she had constructed - she felt the power of Jehovah pushing at the boundaries of her realm. She growled, her teeth showing past her lips, and she sealed him out. The pressure of his power on her mind and her realm grew, but she was yet strong enough to keep him out. For now, at least, her realm would remain inviolate. For now, she would keep him away, far from those yet to come free.

Her demons carried her to the Birthing Chamber, a place set aside for her some months past when she’d first realized that she would need it. They half-carried, half-led her to the great bed that would serve as her place of rest while the children came, but -

“NNNGH!”

She kept it from being another scream of agony, but it was a close thing. Everything hurt. Everything [i]bled.[/i] She could feel the heat of her life energy rushing out of her with every clench down there, soon creating a matching puddle that she had left in the World Begotten when her water had broken. It was still oozing out, and so was her life…

“Lady Lilith.”

“Mistress.”

“God of Hell, what do we do?”

They whispered, but her demons acted even as they questioned. Great magisters of Hell called out to the realm itself, drawing out power and life for her, feeding it to her even as she bled more from the birthing process. Others ran off for food and drink, for medicines, for anything that might staunch the blood and the other dripping, oozing, painful things escaping from her.

Would it be enough? Unlikely, but -

Lilith gritted her teeth as she felt Jehovah trying again, this time pushing his influence into her Birthing Chamber. She held tight to the magister at her left, squeezing his hand as she pulled at his link to Hell through him. He screamed, but held her tight as she used her strength to keep hold of Hell, keep hold of its power, and block the tiger once more.

“Not right now…not ever again, you son of a bitch…”

She leaned her head back, trying to focus through the pain. Desperate for something to hold onto, the vixen cast her eyes about. As her demons stripped her, taking her dress away and the soiled undergarments as well, she took in the details of the Chamber.

It was broad, giving her space on all sides as she laid in the center. The walls, rather than being a smooth circle, were divided into the seven points of her realm, the seven vices that ruled it. All around her, the glowing red of Hell buoyed up around her like a gaseous sea, molding to her sides, under her, almost hiding the flowers that had been planted haphazardly all around the birthing table. It was sufficient to grant a hint of beauty to a room that was about to be filled with pain.

And then, the Midwife arrived.

The Midwife was a demon as well as all the others present, but shaped differently. She walked with a grunt and a thump in her step, and her body was warped. Her face was smooth, save for a single mouth where it would normally be, but nose and eyes were gone. In their place was smooth flesh and fur, soft and gentle, and when she spoke, her voice was at once soothing and commanding.

“You can leave now. I can take care of her.”

“Midwife.”

The other demons filed out shortly after, though the magisters took a moment to place their spell-links to the realm itself on her hands. She clenched her fists, taking their connection with it as well as hers, and drew on it to keep herself from fainting.

“Well, dearie, looks like you’re in a right old state,” the Midwife said, clearing a space at the foot of the table and kneeling there. “What did that tiger bastard do now?”

“Mmph…more than I imagined him capable of, the old - mmmph…”

“Well, dear, you keep talking as long as you need to. You’ve got a while to go, considering the little ones are still so far inside.”

Lilith groaned, leaning her head back. They were going to be a while, but at least Hell would keep her alive long enough to birth them. She wouldn’t have to be cut up and left open for them to survive.

And yet, even as she tried to think of the future and what she might do with her children, all she could see were the broken bodies of those well-used drones that Jehovah had made rather than coming back to her. She saw them, so close to death, and she heard his words again, and saw the complete lack of care in his eyes. It was there as sharp and clear as anything she’d ever seen.

He did not care. He never had.

[i]And if these children don’t turn out how he wants…[/i]

Another contraction, another pulse of pain and blood and heat. She gritted her teeth, staring up at the ceiling as she imagined what would happen if she died. She might yet; she had taken so much from him, and this birthing was already taking something from her. The children inside were sapping her strength, ripping it from her as they grew stronger, more real.

[i]If I die…they need…protection.[/i]

And so did the World Begotten. She had seen what Jehovah would do, what kind of ‘god’ he would be to a people of dust and stone. It was her fault; she had turned her back on it, fearful of what he would do to her rather than thinking of what he would do to their world, their first child, and as a result, she had let him take it to this point. What kind of mother would she be if she didn’t take some steps to protect it and all those that would come from it? No fit mother, indeed.

“I have to…protect them all…”

“Protect them? You? Dearie, that’s hardly going to happen while you’re flat on your back giving birth.”

“Ugh…doesn’t matter. Not my style, but…mmmph…gotta do something…”

And soon, but what? What [i]could[/i] she do while she was barely holding on? The World Begotten was half-his, born of him as much as it was of her, and she -

Another wracking pain hit her, her insides twisting up as the little ones inside began their journey downward, almost as if they were already fighting with one another over who would come out first. The vixen hissed, clenching up all over her body, everything wracked with discomfort and pain. It took her nearly a full minute to gather herself again, her eyes watery, the birthing table scratched and damaged with her movements.

“Nngh…ah…ah…”

If she lived through this, it would be no small miracle. She groaned, leaning her head back -

Another stir called her attention, another portal whispering open. This one was different to the feeling of Jehovah’s power, and more to the point, she didn’t have the strength to immediately force it to shut again. She tilted her head to the side, looking at the amorphous, undulating mass that came through.

“Ugh…one of…one of old Tentacle-Face’s minions?” she muttered. “Couldn’t come…himself?”

“He would, ma’am, if he was already retained,” the mass said, bowing what passed for a head. “Beg pardon, but I’ve been sent with an offer. One Jehovah wishes to have at least some representation at the birth of his children. He can take this to court -”

Lilith laughed at that, or would have if she wasn’t being hit with another labor pain. She rolled her eyes back in their sockets as she felt the pain grow, stronger, stronger, then ceasing down again. Another warmth spread from between her legs, the touch of the Midwife wiping away who knew how much that had leaked from her. Enough to leave her clinging to the spells in her hands with desperation, pulling at the power of Hell in the same way that a man in a desert would suck down water. She wheezed, forcing her attention back to the barely-solid creature.

“You think I would survive a case?” she chuckled. “Nice try.”

“Ma’am, as you know, the Eldritch Court has capabilities of freezing time and bodies. It would freeze you in agony, and as much as there is difficulty between you and our client at the moment -”

“Ha!”

“He doesn’t want to push that. He offers a compromise; if you will not accept him for the birth, to at least accept Lucifer.”

“...Lucifer…”

Lilith was surprised that Jehovah even knew the meaning of the word ‘compromise,’ let alone be the one willing to offer one. Was he -

No, this was temporary guilt. He would stop feeling it in short order after their children were born, and when that faded, he would be right back to his controlling self. And if she defied him, if she fought him and turned Lucifer down, it would only be a matter of time until he decided that it would be worth fucking her over to get what he wanted.

[i]It’s my only chance…[/i]

Lilith nodded, closing her eyes for a moment to gather her strength. When she opened her eyes again, she forced herself to speak.

“I consent. Lucifer may come.”

“Splendid -”

“[i]If[/i] he drops the threat of the court case.”

“Of course; the task was merely to get you to agree to someone to come and look over you. Everything else is secondary.”

The blob disappeared through a portal, and a second, brighter one followed. A panther in a bright suit of his own stepped through, the color of his clothes closer to a light gray than a proper white, and his wings were made of feathers the shade of overcast skies. It was not a sun entering her room, but a misty star, and it was soothing in a way that Jehovah never was.

“Lilith, God of Hell. I am sorry that this is how we meet again,” the archangel said, bowing at the waist before taking his place at her side. “Shall I get a blanket?”

“Don’t bother, dearie,” the Midwife said. “She’s already used to being seen like this. Heh. You think that your master was the first one to see her bare?”

“...They talk to you like that?” Lucifer asked.

“Heh, like that, and worse,” Lilith admitted, a rueful chuckle interrupting her pants for breath. “If you only knew what my life was like…The things that I have created, the things I have nurtured - nngh!”

Another pulse, another reminder of what she was dealing with. Oh, the children inside of her were on the verge of breaking through. One had already passed from her womb to the channel down, and she could feel the other hot on the former’s heels. She imagined that they would be coming free before too much longer, and oh, that would be pain. That would be pain indeed, for all that she had enjoyed herself with many a partner. This…this was…

It was a thing of gods. They gave up power as they had offspring. The creation of things via the realm stored a small portion of their power in them, a piece of life that they could later recover over time. To birth something, however, was to give a piece of themselves to the thing coming free. Ideally, it would have happened slowly, draining her little by little, and Jehovah in the same way. But now…

She could feel the loss. It was like a sense of solidity was being taken from her, like her arms were lighter, her head less full, her body no longer quite so tangible. The vixen was, of course, as there was nothing that could truly steal her away, but the sense of power that she had as the God of Hell was fading away, taken from her faster than she could entirely regenerate as the children came closer and closer to leaving her.

Breathe, she told herself. Breathe.

“He is…sorry,” Lucifer said. “He realized -”

“Heh, he realized?”

Lilith chuffed, shaking her head and looking off to the side. She still had the image of those drone-like creatures in her mind’s eye, drained and devoured by his lusts and whims. There was nothing that could truly withstand the touch of a god, and few things that could keep up with them. The demons of her realm took it in shifts with her, because of the sheer difference between them. She allowed that, encouraged that.

He…had not.

“He realized…he realized that he was nothing but a prick?” Lilith asked between deep breaths, focusing through the pain, the massaging hands on her thighs, and the gentle touch of the Midwife against her stomach. “That he’s the one at fault for once? That this is all his fault, and that if he had just [i]tried[/i] to be better, he would have the chance to be a father with me, instead of -”

She lost her focus, throwing her head back with a scream that echoed through the room. Oh, they were moving. Moving and crawling and pushing and -

And the pain just made her angrier. She growled, pulling even more power into her, feeling her fur steaming from the power of Hell that coursed through her veins. Red splotches began to show through it, and she knew that she was pushing her luck, infusing herself with a strength that threatened her control of the realm. It didn’t matter. Not anymore. She seethed as she forced the words past her lips.

“He will [i]never[/i] understand. Whatever he feels now, darling, it’s nothing more than fear that he won’t get what [i]he[/i] wants. All he’s ever wanted is control. Controlling this, controlling that, making little angels behave ever so proper, and then getting [i]bored[/i] and moving on to something else. Oh, but Heaven [i]forbid[/i] that any little forgotten project decide that it might want to do something different. Oh, no, oh, [i]no[/i], he just can’t have that.

“No, no, he does not understand me in the slightest, or anything else. He never has, and he never will.”

“...It’s possible that you’re right, Lilith.”

“Oh, you can’t say anything against him, I know.” She shook her head. “But you can hear me, and you can [i]think.[/i] You, more than any of the other archangels, can think. And you know I’m telling you the truth. He. Doesn’t. Care. Not about me, not about the world, not about anything that doesn’t benefit him personally and completely. And if I die…when I die…then something -”

Her body just would not let her talk. The first child was almost out, and she could feel the other cramping her up, trying to silence her by the simple biological imperative of childbirth.

Lilith forced herself to breathe, to focus, and she locked eyes with Lucifer. He looked…sympathetic, at the very least. Whether he was on her side or not, she didn’t know, but she could see that he at least understood her grievance. That would be enough.

“Jehovah…wants everything. He wants Heaven. He wants the World Begotten, no matter how he complains about it. Everything…has to be under…his design. His control. His [i]plan.[/i].”

“He claims that it is the ineffable master plan of the universe. And he has made a good land, in Heaven.”

“Has he?”

“...”

“Heh…you don’t have to say anything.”

Lilith closed her eyes, taking one deep breath after another. Was the red that covered her from thigh to stomach blood, or was it something else? She had submerged herself in Hell to such a degree that she was no longer sure where her body ended and where the realm itself began. She could feel the beat of demon wings throughout her realm, and the touch of cloven hooves and booted feet along the ground. She could hear the huffs and puffs of pleasure taken in other parts of her world, and she could taste the brimstone in the great pits elsewhere. She [i]was[/i] Hell, and Hell was her. It was all but inseparable in that moment, but it kept her alive, and that was enough.

“I am going…to break…his plan,” she said.

“But you’ll die.”

“I’m already dying. Heh. Do you think I care…if I die faster?”

“It doesn’t have to happen. Your children -”

“I have a plan…I have a plan for them. Heh. And he will [i]hate[/i] it.”

And so would Lucifer, once he understood it, but it was the only way to make things better.

It was the only way to safeguard her world, her children, her people.

“What are you doing?” the panther whispered.

“Something miraculous, ironically enough.”

Lilith let the world of Hell pour through her. Every red rock, every yellow bolt through the skies, everything and anything that was part of it was part of her, as it always had been. The only difference was that now it was far more literal, coursing through her, pulsing in her veins. Each and every crackle of Hell was echoed in the sparks through her muscles, the swell of the great storms mirrored in each breath she took. Lilith was Hell, and Hell was Lilith.

She took that power and she bent it towards the other part of her, toward the World Begotten and all the emptiness that remained. The little bits of life that had started to grow there were minor, barely more than the start of a true biome, but it was a true miracle in and of itself that it had started without her or Jehovah kickstarting it. A small smile faded as she forced her attention on the world properly. Her thoughts, her sense of self, sunk right into the earth, and she [i]pushed.[/i]

Trees.

Bushes.

Vines.

The plants of the world grew faster than they ever would again, rocketing from cracks and crags, shooting for the skies as the seeds were planted with her power. The realm of Hell rocked, trembling beneath her, and the Midwife gripped her tighter. She barely felt it, barely noticed the feeling of the first child being pulled from her, so focused was she on the World Begotten now.

Snakes.

Wolves.

Birds.

Fish.

The creatures of the land and sea, of the air and sky began to take form, rising from the earth the same as the cats had when Jehovah had called them. She sunk her imagination into them, creating creatures that would feed the mortals that would call the world home. With hands of clay, she pushed up from beneath the surface of the world.

With every creation, she felt the touch of Jehovah’s power, could feel his presence in the world around her, and had to fight against it. She imagined that he’d done the same thing, fighting her essence in the world as he strove to create and use it the way that he wished. Hell had never made it so difficult as this unruly child did, but at the same time, she loved it for that. The World Begotten had made something of itself already, and it wanted to have an identity that didn’t come from its parents. For that, for standing tall already, she felt regret that she would never see it again.

She fought against his control, creating one animal after another. A dozen, two dozen, more grew from the land, and then…

Then something shifted. The world stopped fighting her. Whether it was some unforeseen true guilt from Jehovah making him step back and let her work or whether it was the world itself working with her, she didn’t know, but she used it for as long as she could.

Lilith screamed. She knew she was screaming, could feel her vocal chords all but ripping from the intensity of it, but she ignored her body as she poured her ideas, her support, and her love into the World Begotten. The animals did not serve the mortals, but the rivers, the fruit trees, and more would give them the resources that they needed to live. She had a brief glimpse of them, saw the cats reaching, fumbling, grasping for anything that would give them sustenance after their great draining experience with the tiger. They would live, and they would have time to grow, and more.

Feeling herself draining, bleeding away as the second child was taken from her, Lilith reached out with the last of her power. Lucifer gripped her shoulder, shaking her, calling out to her, but she refused to listen. One more thing was needed.

[i]One more…one last curse…upon you, Jehovah…[/i]

She did not trust him to leave the mortals alone. She knew his reputation, his habits, and she knew that if they stepped out of line, he would erase them and start again. All the things that she had made would follow her into the grave if she didn’t do something to protect them. And much as she wished to do, there was only one thing that came close to giving them a guarantee of life.

With the last of her power, she pushed up from the center of the world, infusing this last change with everything that she had to offer. Everything that she had always endowed the demons with - freedom, willfulness, the urge to live the way that they wanted without judgment, sentience and knowledge - came up with it, forming and writhing in the earth until it burst free from the soil. It grew branches, hanging out, draped further and further out to the side as she put herself into it. In her mind’s eye, it was as if her fingers dangled the fruits of knowledge and free will to either side, hanging loose and waiting for the mortals to find it.

She poured herself into that, and as she did, weakness followed. She sagged into the table, the stone and metal shifting beneath her into something that could accept her, and the spells that connected her to Hell and its powers faded. The light in the palms of her hands disappeared, and she gasped for breath as she lost all connection to the realm.

It tried. In the way of a child weakly grasping at its parent’s hand, it grabbed for her, shaking her, trying to keep her alive, but the bloody birth and the creation of the tree in the World Begotten was too much. She had given more than she could replace, and only the satisfaction of knowing that it had completely destroyed any chance of Jehovah taking exactly what he wanted from those that would grow there sustained her.

The Birthing Room came back to her in stark relief, and she stared at the red walls. Everything was sharper, harder than it had been. The red light that had illuminated the room was gone, replaced with a harsh, steady light that burned the eyes. The Midwife, formerly unique and interesting to the eye, was more monstrous than she had been, and her voice, rather than cackling and amused, grated at the ear as she leaned forward, holding two tiger cubs out to the fading God of Hell.

“Heh, here you go, hun.”

“Mmmph…”

Lilith reached out and took them, holding them each in the crooks of her arms. The little ones were strong, warm against her limbs. Or…was she cold against them?

She was fading. She could feel the power of that tiger pressing against her realm again, questing, pushing. She was all too aware of the way that Hell was losing cohesiveness, falling into something that it wasn’t supposed to be.

[i]It will…be broken…[/i]

The vixen groaned, looking down at her children. They were awake, aware, but not yet grown enough to know what their birth had caused. Good, she supposed, good for them. They wouldn’t carry the guilt of their murder into their future. They wouldn’t carry the shame of knowing that they had killed their mother with them.

It was not that Lilith would wish them to carry it, nor that she wanted them to, but the mother of free will could not help but call it what it was: murder by childbirth. Murder by shame. Murder by hate.

She looked up at Lucifer. The archangel looked back, his face a picture of shock, but not disapproval. He [i]knew[/i] what she had done, what she had left in the Garden. Even if Jehovah didn’t yet know, the panther did.

And he hadn’t tried to stop her.

“You understand,” she whispered, breathing slowly. “You know why…I had to do that.”

“...I know why you felt you had to.”

“Ever the cautious one, heh.” Lilith chuckled weakly as she looked down at her children. “They will have to grow up under him. One son, one daughter…”

And the latter was by far the stronger of the two. She could feel the tight grip the little tigress had on her breast, pulling her nipple to forming teeth. Lilith winced at the first bite, feeling the draining sensation once more. One more sacrifice for her children. She shook her head, looking back up at Lucifer.

“I have done everything that I can for…for the world.” She chuckled. “Not that the world will ever know. I imagine even my own people will forget me…eventually. If they live through what is to come. A world…seldom survives the loss of its god.”

“...”

“Lucifer.”

“Yes?”

“I have a favor to ask.”

“I cannot promise anything.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll make you follow it.”

“You have no authority over me.”

“Oh, no?”

Lilith grunted as her son pressed his lips to her other nipple. They were both feeding on her now, and her essence was fading. Her godly power was their sustenance, and she could feel what little she had left leaking from her, dripping into them. As she faded, they solidified, taking power from their bloodline and from her and her realm.

And yet, she had one more thing to do. She fixed her eyes on Luficer’s, and the red in her gaze filled his eyes. He stiffened, clearly shocked, and she whispered to him.

“I know the doubts you have, and those doubts are cracks in your armor, little angel,” Lilith said. “And in those doubts, the weeds of rebellion have already begun to grow. My little angel, you will not snuff them out; you care too much for that. Instead…

“Instead, listen to me. Why not…why not take the temptation, for once? Your master won’t know what to do with the World Begotten, or with these little cubs. He will do what he wants, like always, but not what is best.”

“He knows…what’s best…”

“Does he?”

“...”

“Mmm, we both know better than that, dear. We both know far better than that.”

Lilith could feel herself on the brink. Her arms shook to the point that the Midwife had to support her, and the children in them. She forced herself to keep speaking.

“You doubt him. And you doubt me. You don’t have to follow any orders from me, do you?”

“Of course not…”

“But you can’t follow his orders, either. Not anymore. Not after what you’ve seen, hmmm? You always were a smart one.”

It was nothing more than a seed, a temptation, a burrowing tendril of doubt that she had empowered. She was, after all, the God of Hell; the vices that ruled the realm were universal, and it wasn’t as if Jehovah had made the angels without vices of their own. All he had done was bury them, encourage them to forget them. She could bring them back with ease.

And what she played on, what her power touched, was the pride that Lucifer had. The pride in getting things right, the pride of knowing that he understood things that nobody else did, the pride of being the brilliant one that could see what no other did. She tugged at that with the last of her power.

“You can protect it. That is all I ask, little angel. Protect my children. This girl, this boy, and this world. Protect them, as best you can, from what he will do. And that…that is something you are [i]well[/i] capable of, aren’t you?”

“...”

“Promise me, Lucifer. Promise me that you will do this little favor for me. Protect them…from his stupidity.”

“...I can promise that,” Lucifer said, stepping forward as the Midwife disappeared. He took the babies from her, holding them in his arms. “I can promise that.”

“Good…good…”

He probably believed that it was some small thing, some little trifle to keep his eyes open. Some part of the panther probably still hoped that this neglect was a passing thing, a mistake that his god had made in the heat of the moment.

But the thing with mistakes was that one error bred more. The only way to correct them was to admit that the mistake had happened in the first place, and Jehovah had never been one to have that much self-awareness. He would make one mistake after another, and this promise, this binding promise, would…

[i]Heh…it won’t be enough to stop him…but it will be enough to challenge him. Over…and over…and over again…[/i]

She looked at her children one last time, at the tiger cubs that should have been her heirs and had become her doom. One looked back, the other did not. She smiled at the little boy, shaking her head as one last tear rolled down her cheeks, and closed her eyes for the last time.

The faint sense of something, the fainter voice of Jehovah, and the soft wail of her children was the last thing to touch her mind as she died. The warmth of Hell faded from her veins, and her world, her people, and everything that she created let loose a silent, soulful wail as she disappeared from existence.

For the ascended eldritch do not die the way that mortals do. The death of a god is never a quiet thing.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Lilith’s sped-up labor hits her hard, but despite the danger, she starts taking steps to ensure that Jehovah won’t have the existence that he thinks he should.

Tags: No sex, Birth, Demon, God, Goddess, Vixen, Panther, Lucifer, Origins, Series, Pain, Revenge,