Chapter Text
Chapter Fifteen
The morning after the burial, Lilith dressed slowly, lethargy settling in her bones. Magic hangovers were notorious for ruining a witch for up to a week after the spell had been cast and last night’s magic had used more energy than she’d used in over a decade. Not only that, but her emotional hangover made a night of tequila shots seem like a dream. Standing in the bathroom, staring at her naked body, Lilith’s eyes fell to her belly and she placed a hand over it. Now that Lucifer was no longer a threat, the Mother of Demons didn’t know how to feel about the creature growing within her. She wasn’t even sure what she would give birth to but the heartbeat she felt beneath her palm was strong and growing rapidly. Spawn of her abuser, created out of fear and necessity, it seemed like a birth cursed from the beginning. With a heavy sigh, Lilith conjured a red silk dress that covered her modestly with a high collar, long sleeves, and a skirt that swept the floor - she didn’t feel like being seen today. Today was the day she had to make some lasting decisions.
When she walked into the Spellman’s kitchen, Zelda greeted her with a glass jar full of questionable greyish-green liquid. Grimacing dramatically, Lilith raised an eyebrow, “What in Hell is this, Spellman?”
The High Priestess chuckled at the curt pronunciation of her name, “It’s for your hangover and it is also good for the baby. You forget, or perhaps you aren’t aware, I was the best midwife this town has ever seen. Drink up, witch.”
Frowning dubiously, Lilith took a seat at the kitchen table and swirled the liquid in her jar. It smelled like kiwis but looked like vomit. She really wasn’t sure she wanted to consume it but Zelda’s voice cut through her thoughts like a knife, “DRINK. IT.”
Snorting as she raised the jar to her lips, Lilith glared at Zelda and took a large gulp, immediately sputtering and choking; “What are you trying to do to me woman?! This is vile poison!”
“You’re being impossibly dramatic. It’s spinach, wormwood, raspberry, cranberry, valerian, chamomile, peppermint, ginger, garlic, and fenugreek. I suppose you could argue that valerian might be poison but killing you after all we’ve been through would be really inconvenient.” Zelda reached over, grabbed the jar and held it to Lilith’s lips, tipping it back she nodded her encouragement as it forced its way down the dark-haired witch’s throat.
As Lilith gagged and coughed, wiping her mouth on a nearby tea towel, Zelda placed a boiled egg, two pieces of toast, homemade marmalade, butter, and a china cup full of steaming black tea in front of her. “Now eat. Please.” The redhead witch smiled cheekily as she used Lilith’s favourite word and sat down beside her, tapping her own egg with a spoon and peeling the shell from its soft center.
The Queen of Hell took a long sip of her tea and bite of her toast to get the taste of Zelda-means-well-pregnancy-potion out of her mouth. She had to admit, she felt better. Scooping Hilda’s famous marmalade onto her toast, she looked up at Zelda, suddenly feeling a bit shy and out of place. Grumpily she shoved her toast into her mouth and chewed, annoyed by all the feelings churning around like the potion in her belly. Her sigh was so forceful some crumbs flew across to land on Zelda’s plate.
Taken aback, the High Priestess put her spoon down and looked at Lilith intensely, “What is it, Lilith?”
Putting her food down and wetting her mouth with her tea, the Queen of Hell folded her hands together and met Zelda’s gaze, “I have too many feelings. About too many things. It’s disorienting and irritating. I have responsibilities in Hell, I have a responsibility to this child, and I have a responsibility to y-” She cut herself off, looking down at her hands.
Zelda reached across the table and gripped Lilith’s wrist tenderly, leaning forward to catch the witch’s gaze; “You don’t owe me anything, Lily. But I did want to talk about Hell and the baby - Hell is no place for a baby. Sabrina is still gallivanting down there, why don’t you leave it to her and your minions? The minions will report back to you, as will your demon children, and you can manage Sabrina’s behaviour from here until the baby is born.”
“Here?” Lilith’s blue eyes flickered over Zelda’s hand on her wrist, then back to the emerald eyes that gazed at her.
“Here. Yes. You have the Devil’s baby growing in you, Lilith. Neither of us know what you will be giving birth to. You need a midwife and I am the finest.” Zelda’s hand rubbed Lilith’s arm softly. “And….I want you to stay. If you would like to. I’m not ready to lose you to Hell just yet.” It was Zelda Spellman’s turn to feel shy and it made her revert back to her more professional self, straightening up, she released Lilith’s arm and toyed with her toast.
Cupping her tea in both hands, Lilith brought it to her lips as she thought about what Zelda was proposing. The High Priestess was right that Lilith would need a midwife, facing this pregnancy alone - especially the birth - was a terrifying thought. Taking a drink, she looked at Zelda over the rim of her cup and decided to be blunt. Putting the cup down, she reached out with an open palm, “What’s going on here, Zelda? I can’t trust my feelings about anything right now. I want to be sure I understand your intentions and your desires. I am in no mood to break anyone’s heart. Well….not yours, anyway.”
Zelda dropped her hand into the demoness’ and squeezed it, “I have no expectations. You will need time to work through your feelings and to adjust to your new reality without the Dark Lord and as the rightful Queen of Hell...as well as a mother of arguably the most important demon of all. I will admit that you make me feel a great many things, not the least of all a relentless desire. I am curious about you and I am intrigued at the idea of you and I. I am open to whatever it is you need and would be honoured to be considered as the one who could give it to you.”
Touched once more by Zelda’s purity and candor, Lilith moved around the table and pulled Zelda’s chair out enough to fit herself in the redhead’s lap. Wrapping her arms around the witch’s neck, she smiled. “I can’t make any promises, High Priestess, as I have no idea who I am or what I will need - but I would gladly accept you by my side as I figure that out.” She reached up and smoothed an errand strand of copper hair back behind Zelda’s ear, sinking her hand into the silky tresses and pulling the witch’s mouth to hers.
Zelda kissed Lilith back with fervor, snaking her hands around the witch’s waist and pulling her even closer, their chemistry like butterflies exploding into sparks in their bellies, warmth spreading throughout their bodies, travelling along their veins to create an ache in their hearts. Breathless, Zelda pulled back; “I thought you might say that. Come with me.” She gently pushed Lilith off her lap and stood, grabbing the Queen of Hell’s hand and pulling her towards the stairs.
Lilith was surprised as Zelda led her past the High Priestess’ bedroom and down the hall to another door. Snapping her fingers, the door clicked to unlock and swung open to reveal a stunning room dripping in burgundy-coloured opulence. Thick red velvet drapes were the backdrop to a jaw-dropping bed, the ornately carved headboard spanning ten feet across and six feet at its highest peak with a quilted silk headpiece. The bed was covered in a beautifully detailed black coverlet with velvet burgundy flowers etched in the silk, matching the plush carpet and accented by the dark wood trim. There were side tables on either side with tall candelabras shining in the softly lit room. Lilith’s eyes grew wide as she took in how large the room was, on the opposite end there was a heavy oak wood desk, the red leather chair matching the drapes.
“Zelda….I -” Lilith wandered, awestruck, into the room and sat down on a burgundy leather settee, her eyes falling to a black velvet bassinet on a rocker nearby.
“You’ll need your own space, Lily. Of course you’re welcome to join me in my room any night you’d like…” The High Priestess smiled beguilingly. “...and whenever you’d prefer to be here, it’s here for you. Now let me show you some of the details in this room.”
Zelda floated over to a pair of heavy velvet drapes and waved her hand, they fluttered to the sides to reveal French doors which she opened onto a balcony that housed a small table and two chairs. “For your morning coffee..and my paper.” She winked and then moved over to a full length mirror, “This is your view into Hell. You can communicate with your minions and Sabrina at will without ever having to be there yourself.”
Zelda’s teeth gleamed white as her tongue flicked across her lips, “...but this...is my favourite feature....” Another snap and a drape across the room swung to the side revealing a St. Andrew’s cross and a wall of torture implements. The redheaded witch sauntered over to them, her fingers strumming along the flogger’s leather tails, jangling the chains, and tapping the cuffs hanging from the wall. She spun on her heel and leaned back against the cross, lifting her arms up as if she were cuffed.
Lilith took a sharp inhale as the drapes parted and she stood as Zelda teased her, with a quick wave of her hand the cuffs closed around Zelda’s wrists, grinning as Zelda yelped in surprise. The Queen of Hell moved quickly across the room and pressed her body against Zelda’s, “Cheeky witch.”
“Oh please...please don’t hurt me Mistress.” Zelda pouted dramatically, her eyes sparkling.
Lilith chuckled, reached across the redhead to grab a crop from the wall. Stepping back she slapped it against her palm as Zelda wiggled against the cross. The Queen of Hell reached down and slid her hand up Zelda’s leg, sinking between them and bringing her skirt up, holding it just below the apex of her thighs. “Here?”
Zelda closed her eyes, widened her thighs, and purred, “Yes, my Queen….please.”
“You know how I love it when you beg.” Lilith smacked Zelda’s thigh sharply, watching as a pretty mark rose quickly to the surface of her white skin. Crouching down, the dark haired demoness traced the raised welt with her tongue then bared her teeth and sank them into Zelda’s tender flesh.
Zelda’s mouth fell open as she cried out, her head bowing as she pulled against her cuffs in response, stomping her free foot on the ground and hissing, “Ahhh Lilith. Okay okay okay. Please…”
Lilith released her and looked up with a wicked grin, the red welt bruising to a purple. Standing slowly, the Dawn of Doom licked her lips and grabbed Zelda’s jaw sliding a finger into her mouth and laughing softly as the redhead bit down. “Feisty witch. You invited the Mother of Demons to play….and you don’t expect to get bit?”
Zelda’s tongue swirled around Lilith’s fingertip but she held her there with her teeth and lifted a leg to wrap it around Lilith’s waist and pull her closer, talking about the finger in her mouth, “Of course I did. Don’t you think that’s exactly what I wanted?”
Lilith wrapped her hand around Zelda’s thigh, digging her thumb into the welt-bite and watched as the redhead’s nostrils flared and she let her breath out slowly, her eyes shining as she arched her back towards the witch and her leg tightened around the waist of her captor. Lilith cocked her head, “Well now…”
“So...you’ll stay?” Leaning as far forward as she could, Zelda offered her lips to the Queen of Hell.
Lilith’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the offering before her, she felt her heart swell as the idea of loving again crossed her mind. Leaning in, she gave the High Priestess what she wanted, sealing the deal with a deep kiss and murmuring against Zelda’s mouth, “Of course I will.”