My Monster

Location: Lilith's Palace, The Abyss 

"I'm bored!"

Lilith's voice rang through the throne room as she lay upside down on her throne, the black folds of her long black dress cascading over the dark crystal and blending with it.

She absentmindedly twirled a strand of her black hair that cascaded down the throne, the purple streaks glowing faintly.

Her pale, flawless legs swung lazily in the air, the lower half of her dress somehow defying gravity despite her being upside down.

She stared blankly at the towering ceiling, hidden beyond the ethereal light above, her deep purple eyes devoid of their ethereal glow and filled with utter boredom.

"I'm bored!" she whined again, pouting like a child, her eyes falling on Naberiax standing beside her.

The High Commander of the daemons let out a slow, weary sigh. His deep, distorted voice resonated from the depths of his black helm.

"Repeating the words won't take your boredom away, Your Majesty."

His glowing eyes flickered like a silent blink. "And being upside down definitely doesn't help."

Lilith hummed a tune, her fingers tapping against his lips.

"Actually, it does," her voice as soft as silk. "It gives you a new perspective."

She suddenly felt dizzy. "Although it does inconvenience you."

"I'm a powerful being, and I get dizzy from being upside down? What kind of an absurdity is that?" she wondered aloud with a frown, her eyes shimmering with mild annoyance.

"Only you can answer that question, Your Majesty," Naberiax replied impassively.

Lilith hummed, tilting her head, a slow smile curling at her lips.

"Hmmm… If he heard of my little dizziness, he'd probably string me upside down in his cell."

A delightful shiver ran down her spine at the thought. She let out a soft, breathy sigh, her delicate fingers trailing over the smooth curve of her throat before resting lightly on her lips.

"My. That sounds exciting!" she bit her lip, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "We could take it a step further… remove our clothes…"

Naberiax let out another deep and exhausted sigh. "Please control your desires when on the throne, Your Majesty."

Lilith puffed out her cheeks. "Sometimes you're even worse than Phoebe. No fun at all!"

Then, just as suddenly as she had been teasing, her tone shifted to a more serious one. "What is the situation in the Pit?"

Naberiax straightened. "The gravitational pull remains constant, but there's been a slight weakening of the containment chamber. Leaking has been observed along the seams, and coagulation and solidification rates have also increased."

Lilith's brow creased, her fingers tapping idly against the armrest. "And the ardor levels?"

"Still stable, though there have been occasional dips," the High Commander replied. "Each time, they recover quickly."

"Millenia have passed, and yet the power hasn't waned a bit," Lilith sighed as she lazily twirled her hair.

"Your Majesty. Time doesn't flow in this realm," Naberiax pointed out.

She smiled at him, her purple eyes glowing with amusement. "You're wrong there, my dear High Commander. Time does flow here. It's just that we're unaffected by it."

Naberiax tilted his head, his glowing eyes flickering with curiosity. "What do you mean by that?"

Lilith wiggled around before gracefully sitting upright on her throne, smoothing out the folds of her dress.

"Let's put it this way," she began, her voice casual. "Time is like a fast flowing river, and I am a raft."

Naberiax remained silent, listening intently to her words.

"Conventionally, a raft would be carried away by the river, swept along with the current, subjected to its flow."

Her fingers danced along the armrest of her throne.

"But in our case, imagine that the raft is firmly anchored to the riverbed. No matter how strong the current is, the raft remains stationary, while the river rushes past it."

She flashed a knowing smile. "So, in essence, we are here, but time moves around us. We're not completely unaffected… but we are untethered from its flow."

She shrugged. "As to why or how the raft is anchored… I'm afraid I haven't acquired sufficient knowledge to answer that."

Naberiax nodded. "That is truly insightful. Your Majesty."

He tilted his head slightly. "Though I wonder. Does this affect him as well?"

Lilith's lips curled into an amused smile. "Of course, Naberiax." Her voice was laced with certainty. "Although he is an outsider, as long as he's in our world, his existence must obey its laws."

She leaned forward, her purple eyes glowing eerily. "And that is why I am confident."

A slow, wicked grin stretched across her face, unhinged and possessive. "As long as he is in my realm, he will never age, and that gives me all the time."

Naberiax remained silent as his queen descended into the depths of her obsession.

Lilith's grin widened, and her eyes burned brighter with a predatory hunger. "It's like I told him, Naberiax. Even if it takes centuries, I will make him mine."

Naberiax looked into the terrifying gaze of his queen, filled with unhinged obsession.

The High Commander stood firm, but deep inside, something twisted within him. Each time he saw her like this, a quite blasphemous thought emerged in his mind.

Had he made the right choice?

But just as quickly as it surfaced, he crushed that blasphemy. 

He bowed his head. "Your Majesty, your will is both terrifying and admirable."

Lilith blinked, mildly surprised by his words, before offering him a delighted smile. "Why, thank you!"

Then, without warning, her body jerked forward, and a single trickle of black blood flowed out of her nose.

"Your Majesty!" 

Naberiax was by her side in an instant, reaching out to help her, only for Lilith to raise a delicate hand, stopping him.

"I'm fine," she muttered, wiping the black liquid with the back of her hand.

Her gaze turned sharp, and her tone was grave. "A Commander was dealt a devastating blow."

Naberiax stiffened. "A Commander?"

Lilith nodded, her expression serious. "Genisix."

The High Commander's eyes flickered. "Is it the Zygaxis? Or perhaps Alisax?"

They are the only ones powerful enough in this realm to deal a blow strong enough to wound Genisix. Powerful enough to affect Lilith.

But before he could press further, he noticed.

The change in her expression.

Her skin was even paler than before, yet an excited smile graced her lips.

"It's neither of them, Naberiax," she looked at him, her eyes full of excitement.

Realization dawned on Naberiax, and a shiver ran down his body, something he never realized he would experience again.

"Impossible! It's way too early!" he was at a loss for words.

But Lilith wasn't listening to him.

"My Mordred has grown!"

******

It took an instant for Lilith to teleport to the arena, and she did it with the utmost grace.

Her dress flowed elegantly, and the cool black sand felt soft beneath her bare feet.

Her purple eyes immediately fell on the entity sprawled on the ground, black ooze flowing out of multiple wounds on its lean body covered in jagged black and gold armor made of swirling shadows.

Crimson and black flames surged across multiple points on the daemon's body, consuming its very essence.

Its abnormally long arms lay limp, seemingly bent at odd angles, its huge, serrated claws lay broken.

The ball of fire that formed its head wavered unsteadily, and its glowing purple eyes flickered as they took in the appearance of the queen of daemons.

"Ah! Your Majesty!" Genisix's voice trembled, not with pain but a certain excitement. He tried to get up, only to stumble backwards.

"Don't mind me! I think we did it!"

Lilith stood there in silence. Her gaze lingered on Genisix for a fleeting moment before turning around to face him.

Long, messy, snow white hair framed a face that was fairer than hers and almost too perfect, its delicate, slightly feminine features untouched by the scars that marred the rest of his body.

He wore a white, worn-out sleeveless turtleneck, the fabric frayed and worn out, clinging to him in a way that only emphasized his slim, sculpted frame, especially his exposed left arm, toned and covered in scars. 

His only remaining arm gripped a white sword with a poisonous green edge, glowing and pulsing as if the blade were alive.

Blood appendages that emerged from his back swayed as if each had a life of its own.

Every time Lilith looked at him, she could feel her heart fluttering like crazy, and a maddening heat spread through her body, igniting something deep and insatiable within her.

And when her gaze meets his?

Oh, she just couldn't control herself.

Cold crimson eyes like crystallized blood stared back at her. 

They were not filled with hatred toward her or the defiance that used to burn in them. 

The defiance she used to enjoy very much.

No. His eyes were filled with a frigid indifference that caused a chill down her spine.

And she loved it.

Lilith smiled, her lips parting ever so slightly.

With a casual grace, she began to approach her greatest obsession.

She couldn't sense his aura, even with her powerful and inhuman sensitivity, but she could feel the weight exuded by the gaze of the being standing before her.

Mordred doesn't react. He didn't move as she got closer to him, each step filled with calculated grace.

Yet his eyes remained fixed on her, following her every motion, every subtle shift of her body, as if studying her movements, ready to plunge his blade into her black heart.

Lilith adored that gaze, and she relished being under it.

Her arms slid around his neck, her delicate fingers brushing against the scar on his neck, feeling every part of the imperfection that marred his beautiful neck.

A neck so beautiful she just wants to break it and study the secrets of its beauty.

But he didn't react. Even as she leaned into him, he neither pushed her away nor leaned into her embrace.

Lilith's crimson lips hovered over his, and she looked into his eyes.

Now that she was closer. She saw something else other than the frigid indifference that excited her very being.

The extreme will that never submitted to her, one that she just couldn't seem to break, no matter how many times she broke him.

Her breath, sweet and intoxicating like fine wine, brushed against his lips.

"It feels incredible, doesn't it, my dear Mordred?"

Her voice was a whisper filled with reverence and a twisted obsession.

"To wield such immense power."

She pressed her body against his, her fingers curling into his snow white hair. 

Her smile widened, her purple eyes glowing with madness, obsession, and a wild hunger.

"Congratulations, my dear."

A delighted giggle escaped her, like an excited child.

"You're now an S-ranker, my monster."