Victory over Lilith did not bring about Alex's complete liberation. I still saw him caught in the threads of an irresistible attraction, a spell that persisted, feeding his illusory and lustful desires.
I watched with concern as Alex struggled against the illusions, as his naked body burned with a fire that was not tangible but undoubtedly consumed him. The victory over Lilith had not been enough to dissolve the spell of lust, and every attempt at resistance on Alex's part only seemed to intensify the storm of illusions surrounding him.
"Alex, I'm sorry. I can't do it," I confessed to him, my words echoing with the frustration of not being able to offer him an unwanted one.