The Devil's Palace

Lilith spent the majority of the day shopping. How can you shop when you have no money? Simple. Spend someone else's. Even without the ability to compel others to do her bidding it didn't take much effort to find a willing servant to play host to her every need. It wasn't uncommon nowadays for an older, wealthy gentleman to take interest in a young and lonely woman and offer her any bit of jewelry, clothing, or cars she could think of. All for a bit of 'comfort' in return. Lilith found no pleasure in becoming someones pet but the offer of easy money was too hard to pass up.
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She would sweet talk her way into his heart but more importantly his wallet, until every last cent was either spent or put in her name. By the days end she would amass over 10,000 dollars in new clothes and accessories, at least 50,000 in stocks and another 100,000 in a separate bank account under an alias. With but a few empty promises, curious hands, and his desire for her satisfied she had taken everything from him with the exception of his business. Lilith wasn't looking to own a company, yet, and left him thinking she would return for him at a later date with the hope of her company once more. This would be her first -as what the younger generation would call it- sugar daddy and probably her last. After this she had her eyes set on a much bigger prize but for now the money would be useful for future investments. Maybe a club would suffice?
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When night fell Lilith drove up in her brand new Porsche Boxter to the manor that matched the address sent to her. She was awestruck by the magnificence of it. She wasted no time parking the car and jumping out, leaving the bags to be brought in by whoever had become their new butler. Upon entering she let out a gasp followed by a squeal. It had been centuries since she has lived in anything this nice and already was beginning to think of possible ideas for redecoration. She was determined to make this city her home. "Asmo, dear. I'm home." While she waited for his presence she took to touring the near by parlor, hoping to find a drink along the way.

When she found a table filled with various liquor bottles she spared no moment to pursue it. Before she could even pour herself a drink however she felt the warm embrace of her husband and the gentle kisses on her neck to follow. Like butter she melted into his arms, placed her hands on his, and tilted her neck to the side as her eyes briefly closed to enjoy the moment. Lilith wasn't a sensitive woman when it came to others, in fact she could be considered rather heartless at times. The simple fact that she could even feel love at all was an accomplishment for Asmodeus, though not particularly hard for the Demon Lord of Desires, fulfilling hers with his presence alone. Her rejection by a creature deemed lower in status than her forced a change in the once affectionate woman, to the point she had almost become driven purely on instinct and rage. Her desire for love was replaced with the desire to kill; to survive and finally to be free of the prison she called home. The compassion and attention given to her by Asmodeus was not only enough for her to claim utter devotion to the man that promised her the world, but to lighten her blackened heart just enough to allow room for love once more.
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"Indeed we are." She said as she twisted her body around until she faced him, slithering her arms around him before leaning in for a quick kiss. While their lips greeted each other the fresh scent of water mixed with the musty smell of moth balls tickled her nose, forcing her head to shoot back slightly. It wasn't until her eyes shifted downwards did she notice where the smell was coming from. "Playing dress up now are we? I didn't know you were into role-playing." She teased with a smirk, believing her suspicions though her curiosity was prodded. "I think I have a maid's outfit that would go perfect with your master/maid theme." She bit her bottom lip and tugged at his collar as she let out a soft giggle. Luckily for Lilith obtaining her new assets required nothing more than a few sweet words and tender touches but even she had to admit that the sight before her brought forth lustful temptations that would make even the cleanest person feel dirty.

After a millennia of commitment with a particular person it's easy to assume you know all there is to know about them. Their quirks, habits, the little or big things that make them tick or the pleasures they enjoy. As any good wife should, Lilith believed she knew her husband like the back of her milky white hand, but for a fraction of a second found herself surprised when her body was forced from her position by the alcohol to the back of the couch. The touch of his fingertips caressing the smooth skin of her petite frame left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She had spent the majority of her day in a position where she was in charge and had preferred to keep it that way so the shift left the demoness feeling antsy. It was unlike Lilith to grind her teeth and bare it, even when it came to her beloved Asmodeus she refused to bow down to anything other than her own reflection. After a century of being deprived of the very being that gave her purpose and being refused what she felt was hers, it would take a lot more than the feeling of being powerless for her to refuse him now.
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"If anyone else had said that to me I would have made their head as my new table ornament." She said smiling with a hint of Devil in her eyes, though only she would know her words held more sincerity than she led on. With one leg she wrapped it around his waist and with it forced him closer until the space between them was void of any open crevasses. "But for you, I think I can manage." She spared no time in taking whatever pleasures she desired and stopped him from responding with a passionate kiss, her hands moving down from his neck to rest on his semi-bare chest. There was a hint of urgency in her passion, as if at any moment he could be taken from her once again and she would have no control over it. The fear of losing him a second time gave her little to no time to fully enjoy his presence, and now that he was finally here she couldn't contain herself any longer, and if she didn't get her sweet release soon she would explode.

A soft moan involuntarily escaped her and she found herself quickly rendered powerless to his touch. The very feeling of being control was something of a sore spot for the demoness, but no matter how much he tossed her around or how tightly he gripped her, it was never enough to sedate the burning hunger she felt for him. Since their departure Lilith had bedded many partners, both human and demon, male and female, but none could ever satisfy her the way Asmodeus could. For a century she was left feeling empty and often time even alone, despite having discovered she was with child shortly after they parted. It was that same feeling that kept her hopeful that one day she would be reunited with her love again, but until that day came, she would have to fill the void within her with anything she could.
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While he was away Lilith wasn’t completely useless, and in fact used that time to set her plan in motion. This very house was just one step towards seeing her plans come to life, though she had no idea just how useful the house will come to be. While submersed in the moment her hands pressed firmly against the wall, her nails digging into the already peeling paint. Her hand jerked up to grab the nearest thing and her fingers grazed a corner piece of the bookcase next to them and inadvertently, when he unintentionally moved her, pushed the piece to the side. But instead of it snapping off it slid like a lever and within seconds of touching it a crack in the wall beside them appeared as if magic. The sound of wood scraping against each other shifted her attention away from him and towards the newly formed crack. ”Asmo. Look.” She tapped his shoulder while staring at the crack. She pushed him away and began to inspect the wall, completely immersing herself in the new discovery as if their brief moment of passion was just that – brief.
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”Did you know about this?” She asked as she ran her fingers along the edges. Though the crack was small, it was enough for her to wedge her fingers through and with little effort pushed the door in until there was enough room to step in. The passage was dark so there was no way to tell how far it went. She pulled out a lighter and produced a flame, pulling the flame from the lighter to her hand before snapping the lid shut, snuffing the flame out. She used the flame still held in her palm as a torch and began to make her way inside the secret passage way.

She could tell he was irritated with her but she didn't care. Like a child she was filled with excitement at the new discovery, eyes wide as they surveyed every inch of the passage. She had expected the house to have a few secrets hidden away in the walls but the deeper they went the more energy she could feel, and the more excited she became. Whatever kind of magic lay behind these walls bounced off of her and at one point in the tunnel it was so strong her entire body was buzzing from it. "Do you feel that?" She breathed heavily as her adrenaline started to kick into overdrive. She was beginning to wonder just how far in the tunnel went when she came across a set of narrow stairs that curved to the left. Without hesitation she proceeded, each step carefully made as to test the strength of the spiral staircase. The staircase wasn't as long of a trip as the tunnel was and by the time they reached the end they were at least three flights down.
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Before them was an old wooden door, the wood cracked and rotted, but still looked as strong as the day it was built. Strange symbols were carved into the corners and in the center. Like the door the symbols looked old but could be seen clearly and appeared as if someone took the time to carve them right. With her free hand she reached up and touched the carving in the center, tracing it with her fingers. "This is a seal. It's magically locked. Whoever lived here before must of had something incredibly valuable to hide. And it's ours now." With a look of mischief on her face she raised her flamed hand to the door and shot a ball of fire at it, but it did nothing. She let out a groan, irritated at her failure. She tried again with a larger ball but again, nothing. "Damn it!" In a fit of rage she lifted her leg and kicked the door handle, only to get thrown back by an unseen force, knocking her back against the stone wall with a thud. "Fucking witches!"