Introduction: Lilith's Accord

“You want my power,” Lilith started. “I want to expand my influence over this plane. It’s ripe with lust and I’m ready to make, how do you humans say? A ‘hostile takeover.’ Can I just say, by the way, that pornographic video has really done wonders for my power here!”

Justin blushed, “I think you’re getting off track, Lilith.”

“I suppose you’re right, kiddo. Anyways, here’s the deal: I’m just gonna let you wield a fraction of my power, and in return, you’re going to kickstart my little sexual revolution around here. How does that sound?”

“Honestly? It’s a better deal than I was expecting to get when you were talking about crushing my windpipe.”

Lilith grinned, clapping her hands together.

“Ah, Justin, that’s the spirit! I’ll tell you the way this thing’s gonna work, we’ll shake on it, and then that’s that, we’ve banged out a deal. So, demons have to draw up conditions on the use of our powers on the mortal plane or else the big man upstairs goes all biblical on us, right? Well, the conditional use of my power is real simple. If you want to use my power to transform someone into a demon, you just have to catch them committing sin.”

Justin raised an eyebrow. He clearly wasn’t buying into how simple Lilith was making this out to be.

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. Well, I mean, it needs to be one of the Seven Deadly Sins, but you can catch people out on all manner of variations on those. My condition was drawn up in a… far less sinful age. When you catch a sinner in the act, make an accusation, and then damn them. Some shit like, ‘I, Justin Hartman, convict you of Greed, and condemn you to damnation.’ It’s kind of cheesy, but it’ll do the trick.”

Lilith thought for a second before continuing.

“I think that’s all there is to it. What do ya say, kid?”

“I say you have yourself a deal.”

Lilith extended her hand, and Justin took it in his own, a handshake to bind their agreement. As their flesh touched, searing pain ignited on the backside of Justin’s hand. He screamed in pain, closing his eyes.

When he opened them, Lilith was nowhere to be seen… and the backside of his hand bared a raw and swollen brand. A mark of Lilith. He had seen it somewhere in the ritual book, before he started staining the pages with his fluids.

“Well,” Justin contemplated. “I need to find a way to test this shit out, don’t I?”