Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 133: A Chamber of Gods

LILITH ENTERED THE BANQUET HALL holding the crimson skirts of her gown up in a Roman poise in the crook of her arm.

The other [S Rank] principalities were seated down in the lovely hall. It was a private luxury chamber in the distant wing of the castle facing the north. That way, the cool humors from the Cold Sea whispered in through the partition in the veils, shipped in from merchant Carthaginia, where the gold was rumored to grow like stalactites underground.

The members of the [Fallen] turned at her entry, and welcoming smiles greeted her.

"Lady Dowager!" King Thebault nodded in her direction.

"Your Eminence!" The vampiress, Hèla followed.

"Lily!" Lucifer granted her with his wickedest smile. "How lovely of you to join us! I imagined you might not be able to pry yourself from your new slave, Giselle is it?"

"How come she gets all the blondes?" Asmodeus chimed to Lucifer, and both deities burst out laughing.

Lilith shook her head at both her brothers. They had a literal universe of dark power at their fingertips, and yet they were still the naughty chits she remembered of their youth; how they had grown to become Overlords of the Underworld! She settled herself into a narrow bed, shaped like a sofa; very Romanesque and rolled her eyes at her brothers.

"You have no idea, boys! My slave is literally the best of all your whores. I have an Elven Queen as consort, and what do you have, Lou? Vashti? A glorified sex doll?"

The other Immortals and gods snickered.

Lucifer and the [Rank S] Succubus at his side on his own banquette bed didn't take it to heart. They only knew Lilith was teasing. This chamber of the castle was beholden to only those of the inner circle of the [Fallen]. It resembled a Grecian villa, and was decorated by the servants in Spartan rugs, ornaments from Persepolis, and flowers of the best Corynthian bouquets.

The hall of banqueting sat gods and deities in a crescent arc with lounging beds side by side, consorts and lovers entwined with them. But mostly, the Immortals in the room were of the dark side.

Lucifer sat with his Succubus, Vashti. His favorite cock-suck. Asmodeus, ever the player, had two curvaceous bimbos at his sides; one of them was green. Moloch had a little girl in his lap on his own banquette. She didn't look a day over nine years old. He stared out with hard eyes.

Lilith—and everyone else avoided this particular sight. Moloch was such a sicko!

Alas, the banquet hall had one member from the other side in their midst.

An Angel.

A [Seraphim].

This divine Celestial [SSS Rank] sat next to the King, Thebault de Vries, or as his fellow ungods knew him by: Mephistopheles. Lilith offered a small smile at the Angel woman.

"Nice to see you again, Lady Yellowstone."

The lovely Seraph was on her belly beside the king and smiled back at the Dowager. She said, "Please, Lilith, call me Yuriel. And I'm only here because HE invited me over," she stared pointedly at the man next to her, "My ex-husband here seems to think he has a way of reigniting our passion. . ."

Everyone in the space laughed. Yuriel Yellowstone went on. "Yeah! Exactly my reaction! But I do love a good showmanship. Devils always did know how to throw a party." Stay connected via m-v l|e'-NovelBin.net

Lilith's smile widened. "Thank you, Seraph. We'll take that. It's been a while since we found one of your kind in our midst; four hundred years, give or take. But you'll be pleased to know, dear Yuriel, that we have found the whereabouts of your daughter and my nephew."

"Oh yes," Yuriel nodded. "Thebault here told me all about that...some school on the isles he said. Part of his ploy to cajole my affections."

"Would you let him hit. . .again, I mean?" Asmodeus played with a wink.

Yuriel looked the High King up and down.

"We'll see."

"OOOH!" The Immortals fell back in unison.

King Thebault clapped his hands for the servants to bring in the attraction for the night. All in the opulent chambers watched as the hulking Mauler guards dragged in a squirming monk in a frayed cassock, obviously from all the manhandling. His head was shaved to a mirror shine, with a hairline dipping behind. The guards all but threw him to the smooth floors in the center of the banquet circle.

"And who might this be?" Lucifer leaned forward.

Standing in his purplish royal robe, the Emperor Thebault announced, "I present to you, this priest from the distant lands of Loegria. He swears his God resurrected from a Roman crucifixion. I have brought him to prove his said miracles. I imagine it much be such a lonely existence, living alone up there?"

The priest spat on the floors in front of the banquettes.

"Your blasphemy condemns your own soul, devil! Be gone, Satan!"

Lucifer at this smiled. "You couldn't be more right, dear father."

Thebault waved his hands for the show to begin, and the Maulers strode in—one dragging in a heavy St. Andrews Cross behind. He dropped it with a heave, and proceeded to begin tying up the priest to the cross. Lilith and Yuriel entered into private conversation as the others chuckled, watching the Loegrian monk squirm against the ropes.

"I thought you handled the one called Corazón," said Yuriel.

Lilith explained. "Yes, I brought her back from the abyss just as she was about to cross into the Elysium fields. She served a good life, and would have made the Hall of the Valiant, but at the time of her sudden passing, my nephew had grown fond of her. I couldn't let her die. Not to mention after the role I played in Emberfall.

I knew Israfel would hate me forever. I needed to give him a reason to give me a chance. The girl, Corazón was it. Her resurrection was easy. She had not yet begun to corrupt, and before her death, she had been sworn to me. Her, and her entire coven.

I was her Matriarch."

Yuriel popped a grape in her mouth from the silver platter. "From what I hear, Corazón sounds like she fancied your nephew too. How did you deal with her not abruptly running to him right after her awakening?"

Lilith averted her eyes. "Memory Erase."

"That's risky, Lilith."

"I know, which is why I put contingencies in place. No idiot can break into her head without my knowledge. My spell is divine tier. I employed Hecate for it. And for now, Belbys and Zagreus agreed to play parent to hide out any evidence of monkey business.

Initially, I only resurrected Corazón to lure my nephew close—at least close enough to apologize for my part in the war of Titans Landing and explain the reason for it—but then, I found out he was at the Corynthian Academy of Witches. . .and along with your daughter, Ravenna.

Inspiration hit me then. Since I can't enter the Academy, Cora is my spy. She doesn't know it yet but she reports everything she sees and hears."

"How?" Yuriel was interested now.

"She has one of Hecate's bugs in her head. It sends me messages and filming to my crystal ball. I can observe everything she sees through the eyes of the bug."

Yuriel picked up a gold goblet of ale.

"Israfel would hate that."

Lilith picked up her wine cup too. She clinked with Yuriel. "It's a good thing he'll never find out then."

Yuriel smiled and toasted.

"To your nephew, and my daughter, and to the things we do for love."

Lilith drank with her. "You might just be the most fun angel I've ever seen!"

By the time the two women turned to glance at the Loegrian priest again, the man was hanging down from the X-shaped cross by his arms. But this time, ropes strung the ones of his wrists to the saddle of four horses. Under the eyes of all principalities in the room, the King arose, and like a Caesar at the games, he turned down his thumb.

He gave the kill sign.

The closest Mauler guards by the four horses slapped the beast's behinds. And all four steeds broke apart in speed, tearing forward in four different directions.

The priest split in the middle.

SPLAT!

Blood rained down on all in the banquet hall, pouring like rain from the skies. It wet the floors and the sofas, and Lucifer smiled and his succubus, Vashti, licked her lips. She turned to her Sire, went down on her knees. . .and everything went pretty forward from there. How fitting?

Lilith thought. The King's foolhardy plan to get back his Seraph of a wife was an orgy.

Lilith spied Yuriel Yellowstone fold her six wings and rest back on the banquette, coyly smiling and watching the Immortals undress.

Thinking solely of the hot blonde slave she had asked to wait in her chamber, Lilith calmly rose and slipped out to meet Giselle.

[A/N: At the moment, only you cherished reader know the culprit behind Cora's [amnesia]. Might Rafel find out before it damns them all?]