Lucifer’s Lilith

”Ha—

Ha— ”

Her breath was slow but heavy, as she held onto the rough wall for support, dragging her noddle legs and pushing forward without time to rest.

A walkable distance appeared like a centurion battle.

Her grape-like lips were dried and cracked, and her eyes, like an endless void, had no future in them.

The smallest gush of the wind was enough to make her shoulders tremble.

On her head was a skull cap, and on her neck was a half-dead peach shawl that looked like it was either gotten from the fifty cents store or stolen from a beggar.

She was not in a good shape.

Under the shawl, hid hospital wear, however it was poorly hidden under a white blouse and green striped skirt, the definition of a horrible taste in fashion.

Anyone could tell at a single glance that she had escaped from a hospital, but still, no one dared to question her.

And as if she had found redemption, she pushed her back forward, sprinting towards the door just a few feet away from her.

The luxurious apartment meant only for the wealthy was where this woman resided, and as she drew near, words could not describe the feeling she had, but if anything, it was happiness.

At long last, Raquel had arrived at her home, and as always, she typed in the house password on the door and made her way in.

”Harry! ”

She called out, shutting the door behind her.

Her home was elegant.

The wall was painted in black and white styling, the couches were white and without a stain, and the house was allured with the sweet scent of rosemary.

The bookshelf in the middle of the passage was arranged, and everything in the building reeked of money, especially the enormous picture of a much alive version of herself in a wedding dress, in the arms of a young man about her age, the one she was searching for…

Her husband.

Other pictures were present, including a family picture of her, her husband and a son, but she especially adored her wedding picture, because it was perfect.

She had fled the hospital to see her husband because she became sick of that place, she wanted to be with her family during her last moments.

”Oh~

Ha! Ha!! Ha!!! ”

Raquel froze.

She could hear her heart beat faster with each second, it was squeezing each second it beat and breathing became troublesome still, she said to herself.

”I must be hearing things. ”

But she knew too well what that sound was, however lying was the only way to reduce the agony and pains she was feeling.

”Don stop Harry. Faster.

Im cumming~ ”

”Me too. ”

The excitement in the womans voice, the sigh of relief they were letting out, and the horrified look on Raquels face.

At once, transparent beautiful tears that glittered in the light began to overflow from her eyes.

Her legs lost their strength, yet she fought to stand strong, slowly approaching the door with a profoundly drooling nose until she heard.

”How long do we have to keep this up? ”

Caught by the sudden question, her entire body froze, her head filling with white noise.

That voice, she knew that voice, but couldn recall its owner no matter how hard she tried.

She stood behind the door, traumatized by the picture she programmed in her head that her hand froze just inches away from the handle.

With a shaking heart, Raquel carefully listened.

”Just until she dies, shes at her final stage, after all, its only a matter of time now. ”

There it was again.

Like a perfectly shaped pencil mouth stake, his word landed a fatal blow to her thin iced heart, her eyes began to feel hot and blur as the tears which had slowly begun to dry started to overflow anew.

”But don you think its too much, and you know, you two have a son together. ”

Yes, for a minute she had forgotten she had a child.

Although her husband had told her the last time he dropped by the hospital that their son was going to stay with his grandparents, she could now see the reason behind it.

”That bastard isn mine. ”

Raquel choked on her spit.

”I don even know how she became pregnant.

The only reason I put up with her story is because of our mission. ”

Our?

Mission?

She asked herself, her eyes shaken and teary as she stared at the door. Was everything planned from the start?