The Raven of Death

"Now Hell is no hellbound question because even I kneel for you, little mouse" He was feeding deep into my neck, taunting me. Dealing with devils at a very young age. Wow. What a f*****g phenomenon. It would have been easier to say I lived on Mars. Because that felt more plausible. "Mom is somewhere here" I felt my nails trace the back of his neck. He moaned, thrusting his face into my neck. I lay in my bed, knowing this dream would end the minute I opened my eyes. So my eyes started to shut open and close. He slowly pushed his weight on me and took my eyes, "Hi Lilith...." I could only stare. "Hi" My stammers died with his repeated visits. Was this real? I looked around. My bedroom. The Maroon 5 photo on the wall. The little study desk with a pink shade of tablelight. Everything mine. Yet he was here. Kissing me. Teasing me. Taunting me. Loving me. "I know who you are" I said it before he could bite my lips. "Oh you do?", he smirked, touching my lips with his tongue. Yes I did. Asmin. Asmodeus. It was him. The King of Devils. The God Of Lust