Contrary to popular belief, Lillith didn't eat the souls she captured (per say). Yes, she used sex to drink their life-force, but it was poultry little compared to the amount of a full lifetime. More like extracting a vial of blood from a grown man's body, most wouldn't even miss it. It was hardly dangerous to the body if one wasn't a complete addict. No, the soul was only truly lost to Molk when a man sinned with her and continued to sin until his dying breath. It was easy in the sense that men simply had an innate desire to sin and keep sinning, particularly with her. The challenge became when guilt would seize upon their hearts and they would turn to Ekjin, most frustratingly of all when they were on their death beds. Convincing a sinner that there was no salvation, that the debt was too great, was easy and annoying. Why couldn't this nosy knight mind his own business? It wasn't like he was any better than her current prey.
Arnel was disturbing a very night make out session with Lillith's latest victim, a lanky but cute young man with hypnotized bright blue eyes, dark hair, and killer cheekbones. He would be quite the fetching heartbreaker when he was older. Better to entice him with the powers of lust and have him grow to ruin every girl in the town! The succubus rolled her eyes, but did not disentangle herself from her prey.
"You needn't be so possessive, bird-boy. You can have a turn too if you want. There's room in the bed for all three of us..." She gave him a cheeky look. "Besides, this is his choice to make, not yours. He came to me of his own free will. You do remember free will, don't you?" The tip of her tail trailed lightly up his throat and touched his chin sensually, daring him to start a fight. "Of course, if you want to dance, we can dance."
She loved it when he was angry.
