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Unbeknownst to Zann, Lilith followed her to the tower to see her friend Kent in hopes of tricking Zann into asking him for help with Tez and Genny. Much to her delight, Lilith discovered Zann was already interested in seeing Kent for her own reasons and realizing her presence was no longer necessary and might hinder or distract from the goal, Lily excused herself and disappeared, returning in the form of air to listen and watch Iblis do what he does best. After much conversation a bargain was proposed, not for the safety of Genny but for “the ability to think more quickly, notice patterns better, be able to fix more things with her power and suffer less fatigue,” in exchange for her loyalty and/or a favor. During negotiations, Kent decided to allow Zann to specify three things she will not do for a favor to him and if he agrees, they will have a verbal contract.

Zann has been sent on her way to return to the Carnival to think on what she will list as her terms of the deal and will summon him when she is ready.

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Once they leave I draw my form back together, lounging on the couch as I wait for his return. Her questions about me bring a smile to my lips which widens when he comes back into the room. “The scorpion said to the maiden as she lay dying, ‘You knew I was poison when you picked me up.’," I sing, then laugh in delight, “Beautifully done as always, my darling.” Though I will say, I was intensely bored during some of that little show; one can only watch him pander for sympathy and hear 'Why do you hate us?', so many times after all. But it still never ceases to amaze and amuse me each time they fall for it especially after he tells them he hates them and why. I stretch my limbs languidly and smile up at him, “Speaking of beautifully done, did you enjoy my little gift?”

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"I have never known why you had patience with that creature, however, my dear. He is very dreary. One would have hoped that being cursed by the Adversary would have made him more angry, but instead he mopes about for centuries. He could at least do something interesting with this eternal life of his, especially since he thinks his soul is forfeit to me at the end of all this,"

"He is more like his useless father than he knows," I say rolling my eyes, "And like his father, I had to remind him of his place." Of course Iblis never would understand, I'm not sure he could. We were young and everything was new, wounds were fresh and still raw. I had left Iblis for the first time and was alone and there was Cain. He was hurt and oh but he was angry for being cast out and for a time, I did love him and I taught him all that I knew. He could have been so much more, but instead, like all of them inevitably do he chose to turn against me. Leaving only to return with some of our children to destroy all that was mine. And for that, my dear sinner will pay.

"Ah, that Greek mistress of his has come to Excolo. The goddess of chaos. She has quite lost her mind and is much diminished, I suppose he is following her like a dog again." Even still after all of this time, something sharp and old, stabs through me when I hear that, making my eyes narrow slightly as I fold my arms across my chest. Knowing my Iblis, that's exactly why he said it. His talent for making me wish I could kill him is astounding sometimes. "Oh is that so? Somehow I am not surprised that one of Zeus's children went mad. Though knowing Cain and how he is, he well could have driven her to madness himself with all of that incessant whining of his." He has always enjoyed reminding me that love is nothing more than a tool used for pain and control and he's right. And this is why he does not know about Marbas and I, oh how he would just love that.

I am growing bored of this topic so I lean closer and smile, "Since you know me so well. Perhaps for my gift, you should think of something equally as pleasing to me and surprise me, if you can." My smile widens as I run a hand through his hair. "I am only just getting started with your little god after all."

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Lilith folds her arms across her chest. Oh, is she jealous of the Greek? How amusing. If she still harbours some interest in Cain, despite what he did to her... Well, I can use that, perhaps, one day.

"Since you know me so well. Perhaps for my gift, you should think of something equally as pleasing to me and surprise me, if you can. I am only just getting started with your little god after all."

"Oh, I think I will be able to surprise you," I say, smiling. Just wait until she finds out about Tezcatlipoca's boon. "But I like to think I can still please you without outside interference," I say, and I slide a hand up her thigh.

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"Oh, I think I will be able to surprise you," he says smiling. "Well then, that will be a surprise in itself, won't it." I smirk. Very little that he does surprises me anymore and even less in a manner that I find pleasing. Not that I really care if he does or doesn't. There isn't anything I want from him that he would readily give, nor anything else that I would consider lowering myself to ask him for.

"But I like to think I can still please you without outside interference," he says, hand sliding under my dress and up my thigh. So very unoriginal my darling, I expected better. But he'll be upset with me soon enough I suspect, so I'll be nice for now. "Sometimes," I smile, legs parting under his hand, "but I do like letting you try." I purr, leaning in to kiss him, tasting his lips burning against mine. He is still the one creature I hate above all others and in the end, the only one I can't deny.

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Sometimes...but I do like letting you try."

I smile under her lips, and slowly I let the Kent body fall away until I have my Djinn form, shaped fire and wind, and my hot hand rests against the pale skin of her thigh until I hear the crackle of flesh beneath it, and gently I push her back onto the bed and kiss down her throat and body, my lips leaving scorch marks against the fabric of her dress.

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Soft, low laughter ripples from my throat as the Kent body fades, turning into the form that I like best. The touch of human flesh I can have whenever I wish but nothing will ever compare to the feeling of pure perfect fire and desert wind searing and caressing my skin.

He pushes me back and I shiver and moan in delicious pain, reveling in it as my flesh blisters and burns with each touch of his lips. Fire laps at my thighs and I raise my hips against him, body writhing in exquisite agony as flames push and twist inside me and slowly lick at the wetness between my legs until I shudder and scream.

Then he looks at me and smiles, and I laugh. Knowing his delicious torture is far from at an end, I leave my body raw and shaking and whimper and moan as he begins again. How he does love harming this skin and how I do love letting him. This could go on for days and I think it will.