Lilith's Revenge

Three Months Later

Within the last few months, Lilith had been training to control her powers alone in her new home. At first, it had been difficult. When she imagined or pictured something, it came out the opposite, or far too much for her taste. Spells and potions often erupted with booming explosions that sent her flying out of the house. Each time, she dragged herself back up, dusted off the ash, and tried again, remembering her grandmother’s words: fall, and rise stronger. Now, she trained not only with her own discipline, but under the watchful eye of the Mother Goddess herself.

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Now, Lilith trained with Amora again. This session was more brutal than the others. Sweat clung to their skin, strands of hair plastered to their foreheads. Both women’s glowing eyes betrayed how far they had pushed themselves, breath heavy, movements sharp and unrelenting. Each strike cracked like thunder, the air vibrating with their clashing wills.

Amora was the first to break the silence, her voice silk and steel.

“Very good, my beautiful puppet,” she purred, lifting her brows.

Lilith flinched. She hated that name. Puppet. As if she were only a thing to be molded and moved.

“You know I can’t stand that,” Lilith shot back, charging forward. “It’s cruel to call a woman like me that—but thank you.”

Amora giggled and slipped aside, dodging Lilith’s fireball as gracefully as if she were dancing.

“Then prove me wrong, puppet,” she teased, her eyes glinting.

Lilith’s jaw tightened. “What do you think I’ve been doing?” In a flash, she vanished from sight and reappeared behind Amora. Shock flickered across the goddess’s face as Lilith landed several blows, then flipped her cleanly over her shoulder.

“Checkmate,” Lilith whispered, planting a boot against Amora's chest, leaning in just enough to smirk.

But Amora only laughed softly. She reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from Lilith’s cheek in a way that was far too gentle for the battlefield.

“Ooo, you still have a lot to learn, darling.”

And with impossible speed, Amora flipped their positions again, pinning Lilith beneath her. She leaned close, lips grazing her cheek before giving her a mischievous lick.

Lilith shrieked, torn between outrage and laughter.

"Amriii!!!"