Dantalion of the Goetia: Taste the Obsession of a Demon

Dantalion watched Lilith's body and soul being ravished, and lunged at Satan, shape shifting into his body. Thrashing wildly, Satan tried to remove Dantalion by cutting his own demon flesh to pieces. It was a battle of will. The entire circle of demons still confined within the circle, watched the Demonic Lord and Dantalion's struggle for power.

Dantalion reached for the blade, his powers diminishing quickly as Satan fed off his strength. I could feel my soul slowly dying. Satan expelled Dantalion's body from his own, casting him outside the circle. The Demonic Lord rose high in the center of the circle, restoring himself to full demonic form. His wings expanded across his back, his eyes aglow, his blade prepared to end my life before Dantalion and his entire legion of demons.

Satan sunk the dagger deep in Lilith's heart, her screams resounding off the walls of the caverns, my mortal soul extinguished, carried up through the fires of the first heaven.

I saw visions flash before me… when my nightmares drew me into Dantalion's world, and his evocation summoned him into mine, binding his spirit to my soul. The glowing amber-yellow of his eyes, and the dagger-like extensions of fingers, those who healed and could wield fire, but were also capable of drawing blood and devouring. His thoughts spoke unto only mine. A great Duke of Hell who governed thirty six legions of spirits and was spared a demonic life, born unto an angelic one, expected never to feel human emotions of love, only lust that would never be quenched, whose love for me could only exist within the confines of shadow. One whose blood pulses through my veins and whose voice is the only one I will ever hear.

"Laurel, do not fear death, we hath no powers over Satan in his dominion. Celestial powers reign supreme in the angelic order. We will seek salvation in the third heaven. We will be saved," Dantalion whispered.

A quiet calm called next, of divinity. An aura of goodness blocking out the evil Satan carved out of my extinguished soul. A familiar voice, one who lifted me from death in the Courtyard, and looked after me every step of the way, Rowan, my best friend, one who listened to my every word. His sarcasm made me love him that much more, and every time I was near him, made me smile and made time stand still. He saved me again and again, but never gave up on me, he believed in me. He sacrificed his own life thinking Dantalion had imprisoned mine, and became imprisoned himself as demon. Now, watching my sacrifice become a servitude under Satan.