After Beatrice fell asleep in his arms, Beleth carried her to her large four-poster bed, pulled back the covers, and gently placed Beatrice inside. She did not stir. He could not tell her that this excursion to Earth was depleting his energy sources. He was famished. He could feel his powers waning every second he stayed here.
He did something he rarely did in hell or on Earth. He slept.
It was one of the few dreams he recalled having as he slumbered. He dreamed he was standing in the same field he had first taken Beatrice to when they had made their arrangement. The wind whipped his hair, and he could feel the sunset glow on his warm skin. This felt perfect to him. All his dream was missing now was Beatrice.
He felt like exploring more of his dream. Before he could he felt a sudden shift. He looked down. The billowing grass was turning into writhing snakes. What could be doing this?
He wondered. It wasn't his magic. It was her. Lilith.
