"Then he shall turn to me! If The One cannot help. Then I as the Abyss, the All, shall grant him whatever he wishes!" Said Lilith, springing out of the ether. Gripping her blade, she stared solemnly.

  "What she said," I expressed."If the One can't give me what I wish for, why shouldn't I turn to the Abyss?

  Zantar lost his smile, glaring at me with a somewhat desolate glare, "You would abandon the Father? After all, he has done for you?"

  "I think what you mean to say was all he had done for Zariel and Aurelia," I responded without fear. "You said it yourself; he did it for them and not me."

  "I see," Zantar softy said, tracing his eyes over Lilith; he narrowed his gaze. Turning his back, he approached the gate from which he emerged. Stepping in, he flashed me a demonic look. " While we may fear Zariel, do not take this as a weakness for us. Cross us, and we will kill you."

  Fading away with his gate, a wave of relief crashed over my heart, "Man, that was scary. How the Hell are Fallen Angels so powerful?"

  "This is how all Angels should be, Sene," Lilith replied, sheathing her blade in a black and scarlet scabbard carrying abyssal runes.

  "Really?"

  "Yup, an archangel could snap and kill a man like Asmodeus at their peak. There is no comparison. Fallen Angel isn't necessarily stronger than angels, but they carry a sinful arsenal of power along with their angelic ones; Leading them to govern the Hells, where their thrones reside."

  "Oh, is this so call sinful arsenal so powerful? When compared to demonic artes." I challenged a bit curiously.

  Lowering her head, I could barely make out a frown as she muttered something I couldn't quite make out. Hiding her expression beneath her silk white hair, she lifted her gaze to me.

  "Sene, there is a reason Zariel allowed you to carry his innate ability to see the weave. Demonic Artes will decimate all within the Bed of Chaos, even a majority in the Hells, but if you used them against a true angel, much less an archangel turn fallen. It would be like a newborn mortal fighting Aldrich."

  Widening my eyes, the chill within my bones clawed at my fears. "Wait! Asmodeus said that the Devils were not so defenseless before the change."

  "True, but that was against your average angel, not including the higher-ups or archangels. Fallen do not need the Law of Concordance. Once they Fall in this era, a whole different set of rules will follow. Their power will rise, and Hell will kneel before them." She claimed, softly staring at me with a bit of a foreign gleam.

  Trimming the distance between us, my fingers touch upon her chin. Jerking her head to get a better look at her, I frown. "You have been hiding things from me."

  She smiled, "Thought you liked the mystery."

  "It will land you in hot waters," I warned, yet her smile only grew.

  "Is that how you are going to talk to the one that will be granting you power?"

  "It's how I talk to my future wife," I darkly uttered, leaning in, a cruel gleam filled my eyes, "And you, my dear need to be punished."

  Storming her brain with a flash of divinity, the twinkle within her eyes vanished, leaving a lifeless stare as she tumbled into my hands.

  Catching her defenseless body form out of the air; My heart shuttered as the hidden soldier saluted. Teleporting via the darkness into my room, my gaze landed upon the bag of lingerie and candles.

  Tossing Lilith's body onto the bed, the darkness withered her clothing into dust as I eyed the loose clothing that didn't leave much to the imagination in the bag.

  "Is this a Rubix cube? How the Hell does one wear this?" I muttered, holding onto the spaghetti string-style clothing. "Screw it. I'll let her figure it out another day. Shit doesn't make sense. I have an IQ that can't be calculated, but here I am confused over this shit."

  Licking my lips, a bit of rope appeared in my hand as they slithered like a serpent out of my hand and around Lilith. Curling up her hands, they twisted in a knot, only to connect with her legs. Shaping her legs in an 'M' shape, she laid asleep upon my bed.

  Glancing up at the ceiling, I eyed the crystal chandelier having another rope connect to its chain. Weaving the rope through the chains with a bit of intent, I hoisted Lilith up and joined the last bit of rope to hold her up.

  "Let's see. Her sin was lying to me, keeping secrets, having me unconscious for years, then not telling me about that damn blade of termination. I could go on, but I feel like that should be enough. You have been such a bad wife as of late, and as a masterful husband, it's my duty to discipline the mother of my future children."

  Looking into Lilith's Lingerie bag once more, I pulled out about ten candles. Setting them up around my room, I snap lighting all of them at once.

  Grinning a bit foolishly filled with anticipation, I gave Lilith's cheeks a bit of a light tap. "Wake up!"

  Releasing a tender groan, the lids of her eyes trembled. Opening her sights to my grin, I chuckled, "You ready?"

  "Did you……' glancing around, her cheeks grew red hot as a bit of cool air ran over her naked form. Taking a whiff of the candles that smelt a bit of Roses, I could hear her heart thundering against her chest.

  "Hey, no smiling!" I scolded, annoyed; she was enjoying this.

  "did you bring the whip? What about the weights for my breast and clit? Did you bring……" Listing off a whole bunch of things I forgot to take out and some items I never even heard of. A wave of defeat ran through me.

  Damn this woman! Way to hurt a man's pride! She is looking forward to this. How is it I am supposed to punish her? Stop sex? I love sex, so that's not going to work.

  "What's wrong? Can't get it up?"

  "……"