The Only Queen

Chapter Five

"f*****g hell Lilith!" Satan's expression darkened with anger and frustration at Lilith's brazen defiance. He could feel her words cutting through him like daggers, her unwavering confidence challenging his authority. With a deep, guttural growl, he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip.

"Maybe you should all think before you speak," Lilith retorted, her voice dripping with venom. "Remember, I might be the baby, but I'm not one to f**k with. I bow to no one."

Her words were punctuated by the sharp clang of her belongings being thrown around, the sound echoing through the penthouse. Lilith's frustration fueled her movements as she stacked her luggage on top of each other.

Just as she finished, Desmond entered the room, his blonde hair catching the light as he moved with a sense of purpose. Lilith's trusted bodyguard wasted no time in scooping up her luggage, his expression unreadable as he followed her orders without question.

Satan glanced at Desmond and ran a hand through his hair, a sign of his growing frustration dissipating slightly. "Are you at least taking Desmond with you?" he attempted to reason with his sister, his voice tinged with concern. He knew he was always quick to anger, but he was working on it, especially when it came to Lilith.

"Maybe," Lilith replied with a nonchalant shrug, her demeanor exuding stubbornness and pettiness. She didn't care if the men in her life were losing their s**t; she was feeling particularly spiteful. They had given her a job, and she was determined to complete it with flying f*****g colors.

"I'm coming with you. What time are you heading to the airport?" As Lilith's stubbornness persisted, Satan felt a surge of frustration rising within him. His brows furrowed slightly, and a deep sigh escaped his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a telltale sign of his growing exasperation. It was a familiar struggle, balancing his irritation with his innate sense of responsibility towards her. Deep down, he knew he couldn't let her face this task alone, even if it meant enduring her stubbornness and pettiness along the way.

With a mischievous grin, Lilith slung her tote bag over her shoulder, her gaze meeting her brother's with a smirk. Despite the significant height difference between them—Satan towering at 6'1" while Lilith stood at a petite 5'2"—she exuded confidence, unbothered by his imposing presence. "Now," she declared, her tone laced with playful defiance as she batted her eyelashes in a mocking manner. Lilith took immense pleasure in provoking her brother. While Satan's temper often flared, she found it amusing to rile him up, relishing in the entertainment of their sibling banter.

As she stood before him, Lilith couldn't help but reflect on their childhood dynamics. Despite being the youngest, she had always been a force to be reckoned with. While none of her brothers dared to challenge her physically, there was one exception—Lucifer. His stern demeanor and authoritative tone held a power over her that no one else could match. Unlike the others, Lucifer's reprimands were enough to bring Lilith to tears if necessary, a testament to the deep-seated respect and fear she held for him. Though she was known for her stubbornness, even Lilith knew when it was time to heed her eldest brother's warnings.

"Can you act like an adult for once! This is f*****g serious!" Satan's voice boomed, frustration evident in his tone as he gestured emphatically with his hands, the intensity of his gaze fixed squarely on Lilith.

"I'm well aware, brother. I have a plan. You didn't want to hear, remember?" Lilith shrugged dismissively and pushed past Satan towards the elevator, her steps purposeful and determined. She could sense his presence following closely behind her, his heavy footsteps echoing on her beautiful floors. "f*****g elephant feet, I swear," she muttered under her breath, unable to resist a jab at her brother's expense. As the elevator doors slid shut, Lilith turned to look back at him, irritation flashing in her eyes.

“Shut up." Satan growled, his frustration palpable. He couldn't help but wonder where they had gone wrong in raising her, as he clenched his fists in exasperation. Despite his best efforts to guide her, Lilith always seemed to have a mind of her own, refusing to conform to their expectations. It was moments like these that left him questioning his own abilities as an older brother, unsure of how to rein in her rebellious spirit.

The elevator descended swiftly, its spacious interior filled with a palpable tension that seemed to envelop Lilith and Satan. She savored the charged atmosphere, determined to make him feel the gravity of his decisions and her own assertive stance. Despite his emphasis on the gravity of their task, Lilith remained steadfast in her confidence, unwavering in her belief in the efficacy of her plan.

As the elevator doors parted, they stepped into the lobby, greeted by its dim yet inviting atmosphere. The decor exuded an air of sophistication, with deep shades of red and black dominating the space. The sleek black porcelain floors shimmered under the gentle illumination, contributing to the overall luxurious ambiance of the surroundings.

Stepping out into the lobby, Lilith glanced around, taking in the elegant surroundings. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of leaving her brothers behind, even if only for a short while. Outside the building, Desmond awaited her, his car idling at the curb.

Lilith turned to face Satan, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Are you stalking me all the way to the airport?" she quipped, her tone laced with amusement.

Satan rolled his eyes. "I already told you, I'm coming with you."

Lilith slipped into the awaiting car, her attire a stark contrast to Satan's formal suit. She wore light denim ripped jeans, black and white Converse sneakers, and a loose-fitting t-shirt adorned with two middle fingers strategically placed over the chest. Her casual ensemble reflected her intended persona—a carefree college student. Despite their similarities in facial features, it was clear that Lilith and Satan belonged to different worlds, and being seen with her brother in his formal attire would certainly ruin her disguise.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Satan settled into the passenger seat without acknowledging Lilith's comment. She rolled her eyes at his silent response, unlocking her phone once more. With a few taps of her fingers, she delved into her research, scouring the club's social media pages and following local bloggers known for their influence in the nightlife scene. She meticulously noted down the names of individuals who were regulars at the club, strategizing on how to befriend them to gather valuable information. A picture shocked her, it was a familiar face and one she would steer clear of. In the picture it was a man she met two years ago and all but ran from.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Lilith mapped out her plan for when she and Kacia, her partner in crime, landed in New York. Together they would prepare for their night out. Their goal was clear: infiltrate the club, mingle with the right crowd, and discreetly gather intel to aid in completing her task. With determination in her eyes, Lilith remained focused on her objective, knowing that every connection made and every piece of information gathered would bring her one step closer to achieving her goal.

“Before I forget you need to book a flight via Delta Airlines. I’m not using the jet. Kacia and I are flying first class. On the 11am flight.” Lilith giggled as she watched Satan's face change to irritation.