The First Woman

Chapter 3: Narrow and Sorrow

The morning rays of the underworld sun pierced through the dark, as Lilith awoke, her emerald eyes glistening with a mix of wonder and affection. She found herself wrapped in Lucifer's powerful embrace, his ebony wings folded protectively around her. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, a stark contrast to her pale skin.

A soft, contented smile graced her lips as she watched the Prince of Darkness slumber beside her. His features, normally so fierce and commanding, appeared tranquil and almost vulnerable in the morning light. His midnight hair tumbled over his forehead, and his lips, so often formed into a smirk or a snarl, were now relaxed and serene.

Lilith couldn't help but feel an overwhelming adoration for the being who shared her bed and her heart. She reached out a delicate hand, her fingers tracing the contours of his sharp jawline. Her touch was gentle, as if she feared waking him from his peaceful reprieve.

As her touch lingered, a sense of warmth and affection washed over her. She marveled at the complex and misunderstood soul that was Lucifer. She knew that, together, they defied the conventions of hell, forging a connection that transcended the realm they ruled.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Lilith settled back into her lover's embrace, her eyes never leaving his sleeping form. The empress of hell, wrapped in the arms of the king, found solace in the quiet moments they shared, before the responsibilities of their dominions called them once more to their dark thrones.

As the morning light continued to fill their chamber, a disturbance in the stillness of the underworld reached Lilith's ears. She tensed, her eyes narrowing as she sensed an unwelcome presence. A devil, bearing the mark of the lords of Hell, had appeared unbidden in their quarters.

With a heavy heart, Lilith gently extricated herself from Lucifer's embrace, slipping from the bed as gracefully as a shadow. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, and she draped herself in a dark, silken robe. Her eyes never left Lucifer's face, filled with regret for the interruption that would soon shatter their moment of intimacy.

Approaching the devil who awaited her, Lilith could sense the urgency in his presence. He bowed deeply, his crimson eyes lowered in deference. His words, however, were laden with an unspoken urgency.

"Empress Lilith," he began, his voice trembling with the weight of his message. "The lords of Hell require the immediate presence of our king, Lucifer. Urgent matters demand his attention."

Lilith's heart sank at the news, but she nodded in understanding. She couldn't deny the responsibility that came with their dominions, even if it meant sacrificing moments like these. With a heavy sigh, she turned her attention back to Lucifer, who had now stirred from his slumber.

Lucifer's eyes met Lilith's, and he could see the worry etched in her expression. She delivered the message, "My love, the lords of Hell beckon you urgently. Duty calls."

Lucifer's gaze hardened with resolve, his features regaining their characteristic composure. He nodded in acknowledgment, the weight of his responsibilities settling upon his shoulders once more.

With a shared glance of understanding and a lingering touch, Lilith and Lucifer prepared to face the challenges that awaited them, putting the needs of their dominions above their own desires, as the lords of Hell demanded their presence.

Once they had returned to the depths of Hell, Lucifer and Lilith parted ways, each embarking on their respective duties. Lilith, her heart heavy with the memory of their interrupted morning, wandered through the intricate and dark circles of the underworld, tending to the souls and spirits under her dominion. Her presence brought solace to the tormented souls and a sense of order to the chaotic abyss.