#gray.oliver

Lilith still wasn’t over the fact that two people had broken their contracts. Felicity and Gray were in plenty of trouble. However, she could only punish one of them. Ever since the former disappeared, she hadn’t been able to lay a hand on her. Gray, on the other hand, didn’t have a loophole to death anymore. She clapped her hands together. “You’re an easy one to trap, Mr. Gamble, especially when Micah’s the one finding you.” Lilith pressed her boot down on his neck a little harder and laughed as she looked down. 

“Micah, if you could be a dear and come here.” She waved her over and when she got close enough, Lilith grabbed her by the collar. The Antichrist used her strength to overpower both of them. She threw her on the ground. “If both of you know what’s good for you, don’t get up right away. Count to five.” She then took her foot off of Gray and walked away. With a final wave, the warehouse they were in disappeared and the two ex-soldiers were left in an open field. 

Lilith shook her hand clean of excess blood. It wasn’t hers or anything human this time around, but she had gone through literal Hell and figurative Hell to secure Gray’s soul and body. She didn’t normally get so messy or let blood touch her, but time was short and she was too exhausted to think about how to use her abilities creatively. Not bothering to clean the remnants of murder off of herself, she grabbed Gray’s arm with her bloodied hand before switching over to her cleaner one.