Chapter 40 Morgana’s Visit
“Aren’t you happy to see me?”
The voice slithered through the air, soft and venomous. Morgana’s smile curved like the edge of a blade elegant, deliberate, dangerous. A faint scent of burning roses drifted around her, sweet and sharp, like perfume laced with warning.
The café should’ve been alive with chatter and clinking cups, but the moment she appeared, everything stopped. The hum of conversation died. Steam from the coffee machine froze mid-air. Even the clock on the wall stood still, its second hand trapped between beats.
Lilith’s breath caught. Her fingers trembled around the cup she hadn’t even realized she was still holding. The liquid rippled, dark and trembling like her pulse.
“How… how did you get in here?” she managed to whisper.
Morgana’s eyes gleamed, twin storms beneath dark lashes. She leaned forward, her voice a lazy drawl. “Oh, Lilith,” she said, plucking the coffee cup from her hand as if they were old friends sharing a secret. “No need to stammer. We both know you recognize me.”
She took a sip slow, deliberate and sighed with satisfaction. “I must say, humans do know how to roast a good bean. Though, I prefer souls. They taste richer.”
Lilith’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice was small, fragile, a thread stretched too thin.
Morgana tilted her head, amusement flickering across her face. “Really? You’re still pretending?” She smiled wider, and for a moment, the air behind her shimmered. “I wonder when humans got so bored they started playing in the underworld.”
“Where is Michael?” she asked, her tone dropping low, dangerous.
“I don’t know,” Lilith said quickly, staring down at the table, afraid to meet her gaze.
“Oh, Lilith.” Morgana sighed as if disappointed by a child. “You always lie when you’re scared.”
Her eyes shifted half of her face melting into something monstrous. Burned flesh shimmered beneath the glow of the café lights, a faint hiss rising from her skin. Tiny black horns pushed through her temples, and a third eye opened on her forehead, red and unblinking.
Lilith’s scream cracked the silence.
Morgana’s laughter followed, a low, echoing sound that made the room vibrate. “Nobody can save you,” she said sweetly. “And don’t even think of running. I will find you.”
“I don’t know where he is!” Lilith repeated, voice shaking.
Morgana leaned closer, her shadow swallowing the table. “You know, I’ve learned two things about humans,” she said, almost conversationally. “Some stay loyal even when death breathes down their necks… and some betray the moment the flame gets too close.” She smiled faintly. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to kill you. Not today.”
Lilith’s breath hitched.
“No,” Morgana continued, her tone softening like silk wrapping around a dagger. “I’m here to take something far more precious.” She reached across the table, her fingers glowing faintly. “Your memories.”
Lilith’s eyes widened. “You can’t! Selena is my best friend you can’t take her from me!”
Morgana’s lips curled into a smirk. “Selena was a mistake you should’ve forgotten long ago. You mortals and your attachments…” She shook her head slowly. “I, Morgana servant of Lucifer, spirit of lust do not negotiate with humans. I make moves.”
She stood, the chair scraping softly against the unmoving floor. “After this, I’ll pay Michael a visit. I doubt he’ll live to see another sunrise. What belongs to hell should’ve stayed there.”
She lifted her hand over Lilith’s head. The air crackled, and a white mist began to swirl from Lilith’s temple.
“No! Please don’t!” Lilith’s voice broke as she reached for her own head, fingers clawing at nothing. Her memories bled out in threads of light, spinning into Morgana’s palm.
Morgana’s eyes flickered with pleasure. “Ah,” she breathed, admiring the glowing sphere. “So fragile… yet so full of pain.”
Then, with a sharp motion, she crushed it. The light shattered like glass, dissolving into smoke.
Lilith gasped and went still. Her gaze turned blank confused, lost.
Morgana smiled, brushing invisible dust from her fingers. “I’d love to stay and watch you crumble, little mortal,” she said softly. “But I have far more important things to destroy.”
As she turned, the scent of burning roses grew stronger, filling the air until it was almost suffocating. And when Morgana finally vanished, the café lights flickered back on, time resumed, and the clock began to tick again.
Lilith blinked, staring at the empty seat across from her. She didn’t know why her chest hurt or why the scent of roses made her want to cry.
But when she tried to remember who she was supposed to be meeting, her mind went blank.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Hey loves,
First off, thank you so much for reading this far seriously, you have no idea how much it means to me! This chapter was one of the wildest ones to write (Morgana gives main villain energy, right?). I had goosebumps the whole time, and I hope you did too!
Now, tell me what did you think about this scene? 👀
Did Morgana’s visit shock you as much as it did Lilith?
And what do you think will happen next will Michael survive her wrath, or is Morgana just getting started?
I love reading your thoughts, your theories, even your chaos in the comments 😂 It makes writing this story feel like we’re all on this dark, thrilling ride together.
Thank you again for sticking with me your support, comments, and love make every late-night writing session worth it. 💖
See you in the next chapter, and don’t forget to drop your guesses below I might just give a few hints in the replies. 😏