Rowan's divine magick held Satan's souls and shades away from Lilith, forming a protective circle around us. Grateful this was his first real success at demonic power, he hoped with practice, his ability to withstand attacks would become effortless, like Dantalion's powers. His necessity to devour was imperative to survival as a demon.
Dantalion commanded fire from his claws, thrusting a burning attack directly at Satan. Satan's aura of death blocked the attack, his eyes growing slanted and enraged. He cast a wave of flames with such force it opened up the gates to his dominion unleashing phantom demons with every evil known to the immortal world. Dantalion and his armies were devoured of their powers and thrown into the circle with Lilith, still bearing my soul.
"Fools! This is the kingdom that God himself bestowed upon me when I fell from grace. No powers can match those I command here. Your spiritual weapons and divine magick will not help thee in my realm!" Satan lowered his hands and signaled to his demons to continue with the debauchery that commenced earlier.
The souls of the undead returned to the feast, chanting and feeding off one another's demonic powers. Female and male alike, united by the fires of Satan, screams of ecstasy and pain echoed within the kingdom of the undead. All were under his power. Lust took hold once again of the demons and they engaged in desires of the flesh, while Dantalion could do nothing to stop it. Satan enjoyed the sin and powers he controlled over Dantalion. His armies had fallen under a new power now, yet Satan was not satisfied.
Moving into the circle through Rowan's magick barrier, Satan ordered Lilith to come closer. She arose from the circle, standing in its center, her black hair glistening against the illuminations from the fires, her immortal body bearing only flesh. Dantalion struggled to free her, but with each attempt to hold her back from Satan, he became powerless. The divine barrier now broken, Satan's demons took hold of Dantalion and his armies. Chanting commenced and Satan drew his blade, guarded by the serpents of his throne. Within the hilt, he enslaved only the purest of souls. He intended to use my soul as the sacrifice in his Satanic ritual. The blade would bind my soul to Lilith's for all eternity.
Ordering Lilith to become one with him, his claws gauged at her back, his demonic form entering hers. Dantalion held back rage, and at the same time, his demonic lust, while beautiful demons of the undead moved across his skin, touching and luring him to submit to their will.