SURRENDER, The Sins of the Father The First Series finale


And the first went and poured out his vial upon the earth; and there fell a noisome and grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast, and upon them which worshipped his image.

And the second poured out his vial upon the sea; and it became as the blood of a dead man: and every living soul died in the sea.

And the third poured out his vial upon the rivers and fountains of waters; and they became blood.

Revelation 16



As she unfurled her essence, awareness came slowly, painfully, and the agony that seized refused to relent. The screams bouncing through her skull brought a little clarity to the situation...until she realized they were her own. Understanding of her situation struck home. "SEND ME BACK."

"It's a bit imprudent of you to demand things, don't you think?"

A strange vise slithered around her neck and began to tighten. The awareness that had come began to fade. "S-Stop...p-please!"

The constriction loosened, and so did a little of the pain. Consciousness returned. Her body solidified. She opened her eyes to a bleakness that devoured everything in its path. From the blackened cliffs jutting out as far as the eye could see, to the intermittent craters of lake-fire that shot sparks to inky skies that had never seen the light of day. In the distance, howls of suffering filled her ears—a landscape of total despair.

Lillith was home.

"Why is it I find you here sniveling at my feet?"

The familiar voice forced her to stand. She raised her chin. Of all his angels, she was the only one able to look him in the eye. "It's by your hand that I'm here. You're the one who damned me to Earth. My place should have been here. Beside you."

A dry chuckle chased through the acrid air. "Your place? Your place is wherever I choose you to be."

Indignation brought courage. "I've done more for you than a thousand others. Your children strive because of me. Your world is bursting with souls because of me. Adam is bound to you because—of—me. I've served your purpose and more. My diktat has been fulfilled. Now I want the opportunity to destroy him once and for all. I've lived for centuries with that piteous guilt of his. Enough is enough. And I want that bitch of his."

"You dare make demands of me?"

An invisible force rendered her to her knees. The constriction around her throat returned, tighter than before. She couldn't die, true, but decapitation could send her to the pits where the most heinous acts would be carried out on her body for all eternity, and she would have to watch it all from a shelf nearby. No. That wasn't the death she sought. "I b-beg your forbearance. I m-meant no disrespect."

"Yes, you did. You always do, Lillith. Remember your place. I've been more than lenient with your failures." The elongated pause that followed sizzled with power that nipped at her naked flesh like red-hot pokers. Suddenly it stopped.

"Come and sit like we used to so long ago, before you became such a waste of good space."

The insult stung. How much time had passed since they last spoke? Ten thousand years? More? She'd stopped counting long ago. Surely her penance had been paid double by now.

Two chairs suddenly materialized. His, a throne made of shriveled human carcasses, with a few bones poking through with fresh meat still hanging off them. Hers, a rudimentary stool-like seat.

She sat and crossed her legs, hoping he'd remember how much his forked tongue loved to lick the length of them, but she had a sense her sexual prowess mattered little. She was back in the Abyss and retribution was on its way. That much she knew. She tried formulating a number of sound reasonings as to why this wasn't her fault, but she didn't hold out a hope. Hope was for losers.

"Your time in the human world has been productive, yes?"

She suppressed surprise. "You know what I've done through the centuries."

Flames illuminated in the black holes of his eyes. Asmodeus nodded. "Yet one human woman managed to thwart the mighty Lillith when all others have fallen at your feet, including Adam."

No matter how she looked at it that is exactly what had happened. "She had a little help."

"And you had a Blood Coven."

She remembered Ryder, Eva's pathetic boyfriend. "All of them, incompetent assholes."

"They were your chosen, which makes you worse than incompetent. Perhaps your judgment has been marred by being Earthbound so long."

"The human deceived me. Those Elders had to be aware of what was going to happen, yet they did nothing to stop it. It went against the Alluminatae."

"Ah, yes. The book. One you never followed." He stopped and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "By your deaths, the Alluminatae is null and void. Definitely a plus. It worked out wonderfully, don't you think?"

"Depends on how you look at it," she grumbled.

"For every action there's a reaction. Eva did what she did because of your actions."

She silently fumed.

"Let me make this a little easier for you to understand, Lillith. Your actions have brought us to this juncture."

Hostility oozed in his words. Yes, she remembered what happened on those blood-red shores. In her attempt to spike God one last time, she took his favorite angel, Adam. In return, everything had been taken from her. Her children. Daylight. Cast out of Hell and stuck with Adam for all eternity. "Others have done worse," she whispered.


The Abyss wavered and snapped back into focus. She was flung backward, but didn't fall. He held her at that awkward angle, his claws inwardly scraping her insides to mush. She screamed. What felt like hours later, she was thrust forward and righted onto the four legs of the stool. Her body shook uncontrollably. The smell of burnt wood wafted in her nose. She looked down. Where she'd clenched the seat, charred fingerprints remained. Smoke still smoldered from the imprints.

"There's nothing more disgusting to me than what you've done. And to have to collaborate with the bane of my existence because of it? There isn't enough penance in all the worlds to fix what you've sowed. But for every action there's a reaction, yes?"

"You only have to speak it and it shall be done." She hoped her voice conveyed strength instead of the immobilizing fear threatening to take over her sanity.

Asmodeus' one charred eyebrow rose a smidgen as he studied her with a smirk. "Make no mistake, Lillith. You will do as I say, whether you like it or not."

Suddenly, being sent to the pits didn't seem like such a bad idea.