I'm coming from the Non-English Speaking Country and English is not my mother tongue. so you may find the words of this story are weird, or wrong, or anything. Please let me know.
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I started to look back, and opened my memories. I thought it would instantly broke me and traumatized me all of my life. But it didn't. It was even one of my favorite memory I think.
I belonged to the Lord Lucifer, bringer of the light in hell. And I was also had been taken to be Lady Lillith's 'bridesmaid'. I would offer my service to them forever. Until they both took me to their kingdom at hell.
I'd seen the form of Lillith before. She was a very gorgeous woman and she's around two heads taller than me. Her skin was paler than the moon and contrasted greatly with her devilish wet and red lips. No men alive nor those male strippers at the gay club wouldn't turn their head when her heavenly figure appeared.
Nor would I turn my head at the first time I Met her.
I found her gothical painting hung over the wall of an abandoned old house (or shall I say that this was a castle). No one had ever lived in this creepy place for such a long time. Above a fireplace at the middle room, I saw her figure for the first time. And she caught me adoring her.
A sudden unspeakable freeze then filled the place. Everything I used to see in front of me collapsed into the thin air as the darkness folded.
I soon realize that all I wore had gone and I was totally naked. I tried to fold my breasts with my arms, but that didn't use at all. The weary from my chest then moved to my knees and forced me to kneel and to feel the killing freeze. I'm dying, I must be dead now, as my eye closed.
A warmness, softness, and comfortness spread around my body. The heat turned my already bluish skin into its true color. A sweet smell of roses and jasmines mixed up in the air, lightened my head. I thought I just laid on a nice bed.
But it wasn't bed at all.