Far away, Napoleon awoke in time to see the library door explode in a  fiery white explosion.  He tried to roll from the bed, but a screaming virago landed next to him.  Wild red-rimmed eyes in a once beautiful face stared at him, and then rose above him, long brown hair whipping around her as the furious woman changed before him and became Lilim.
 

Napoleon tried very hard to show fear but , in his line of work, he'd  seen the same scenario too many times it no longer phased him.  No. Fear was definitely not the answer.  It was time to employ a skill every Solo was born with: charm.

"Mortal!  Do you know what I am?", the woman asked.

Napoleon smiled his most brilliant smile.  "Hello!", he greeted Her, ever the gentleman.  "To answer your question", he continued.  "Yes. You're Illya's true mother.".

The Lilim stared at the human in disbelief..  Here was She, Second only to Lilith, endowed with powers to destroy all in Her path....  A thought suddenly occurred the Her.  "Mortal, how did you survive my Fire and Spells?', She demanded.

Napoleon stretched and in the process let the sheet slide down to uncover his body.  As if knowing his will the satin fabric stopped just short of his groin and molded itself to his semi-erect penis.  "Illya's love and our bond protected me", he responded, his gaze not wavering.

"Love?  A bond??", She hissed.  "You humans and your pathetic sentiments - honesty, loyalty, justice...."

"Valentine", Napoleon said, interrupting the Lilim's tirade.

The Lilim  threw back Her head and howled;.the sound reverberate through the entire building.  She then lowered Her form, bringing it within inches of the human.  "Do not mention that name!!", She growled.

Napoleon shrugged.  "Okay; but I have a question."

"Ask."

"If you find our sentimentalities so abhorrent how could you have created a Being so wonderful as my Beloved, my Illya?"

Her jaw dropped.   In all the Time since that Joining no one had dared ask Her about it but had merely accepted it as Destiny.  " 'Wonderful' is a small word, don't you think?" she replied, as the uncharacteristic emotions of  tenderness and pride towards Her son surged through every inch of Her body.   " 'Perfect' would be more adequate."

Before Napoleon could reply a massive fireball enveloped the Lilim.  A sigh echoed through the room issued by an unseen presence.

"Who dares!!??", the Lilim demanded.

"I dare, m'dear", replied the unseen presence.  "It seems you do not learn from your mistakes."

Napoleon saw true fear in Her eyes.  "What have I done?"

A sinister chuckle filled the room.  "You must ask, m'dear?  Well, I suppose you must being a female.  The human has proven too clever for you."

"How so?"

"He has forced you to experience humanity."  The sigh again.  "I am truly disappointed.  You were my protege'!  Well, you know the rules."

"No...."  She trembled now genuinely terrified.

"There are no exceptions where I am concerned.  Surrender yourself to this mortal's touch!"

The look of relief, and the relaxation of the body - not to mention the sudden disappearance of the flames - was not lost on Solo; however, from the tone of their unseen guest's voice, he had a feeling She was in for a shock.

Ah!  You mean surrender myself to him?  Let him make love to me?"  Her eyes shone with unholy delight.  "A most excellent revenge, Father of Lies.  I will make certain my son feels every kiss, every caress, hear every moan through this bond they share...."

"Proceed."

The Lilim lowered Her form closing the final inches that separatedthem.  As their bodies touched She realized too late the power the human possessed, the power that had destroyed Her minions at the Temple.  She never got to scream.