Another Clone is coming

Daimon was now smiling after defeating the clone of his father. The intensity of the battle had subsided, leaving behind a sense of accomplishment that filled the air around him.

"Finally, the moment I have been waiting for is done," Daimon said, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and satisfaction. His crimson eyes once filled with determination, now held a glimmer of newfound freedom.

Lilith, watching him closely, also smiled. She could sense the weight that had been lifted from Daimon's shoulders.

He had confronted his past, faced his inner demons, and emerged victorious. The misty realm, once a battleground of emotions, had become a realm of closure.

The panel before them glowed with a message: [Defeat Past Enemy: 1/1]. The signal that the opponent had been defeated rang out like a proclamation, a validation of Daimon's triumph.

As the echoes of the victory resonated, Lilith walked over to Daimon's side. Her presence was a silent support, a reminder that he was not alone in his journey.

"Is that all there is to it?" Lilith asked her tone a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. She gazed at Daimon, awaiting his response.

Daimon turned to Lilith, a small smile playing on his lips. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice contemplative. "But there's a sense of closure in defeating that clone. It's as if I've laid some of my past demons to rest."

As if responding to their conversation, a panel materialized once again before them. [Defeat Past Enemy: 0/1]. The sudden appearance of the panel caught their attention, and before they could fully process it, a ripple of energy began to form nearby.

Lilith's instincts kicked in, her crimson eyes narrowing as she sensed a presence emerging from the ripple. "Daimon, be prepared," she warned, her body tensing for whatever was to come.

Daimon's muscles tightened, his gaze focused on the source of the energy. The mist around them began to shift, forming a figure within its depths.

This time, the one who appeared was not Derek Crimson, but a woman with black hair and crimson eyes. Lilith's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in shock upon seeing the person who materialized before them.

"Lilith," Daimon's voice was a soft murmur, his concern evident as he watched her closely. "Do you recognize her?"

Lilith's voice wavered as she finally found her words. "She... She was my sister," she uttered, her voice carrying a tremor of emotions. Her crimson eyes remained locked on the figure before her, her brows furrowing as memories flooded her mind.

Daimon's eyebrows knitted together, his concern deepening. "Your sister? But you've never spoken of her."

A thin, restrained smile tugged at Lilith's lips. "There's a reason for that. She was the one I hated the most."

Daimon's eyes widened in surprise, mingled with curiosity. "Hated? Why? What happened between you two?"

Lilith's gaze turned distant as long-buried memories resurfaced. "Before I ascended to become the Queen of Vampires, she and I were locked in a bitter rivalry. Jealousy and hatred consumed her. My talents and abilities seemed to fuel her resentment, and she took every opportunity to make my life a living nightmare."

Daimon's gaze held a mix of sympathy and understanding. "So, you escaped from her."

Lilith's nod was accompanied by a sigh. "Yes, I fled, seeking freedom from the toxicity of our relationship. It was the best decision I ever made. By leaving her behind, I was able to truly unlock my potential and ultimately defeat her."

Daimon's gaze shifted from Lilith to the figure of her sister, contemplation coloring his expression. "And now, she's here, summoned as part of this trial."

Lilith's jaw tightened, a mixture of anger and resolve flickering in her eyes. "It appears that way. This trial seems designed to unearth the unfinished business of our past. A chapter I thought I had long closed is being ripped open once again."

Daimon's voice was a soothing balm, his words meant to reassure her. "Remember, Lilith, you're not alone in this. I'll stand by your side, facing whatever challenges this trial presents."

Lilith's gaze softened as she looked at Daimon, gratitude evident in her expression. "Thank you, Daimon."

As the mist began to recede, Lilith's sister became more distinct.

The air hung heavy with tension and unresolved emotions, creating an atmosphere that was both charged and uneasy.

The misty battlefield of bloodlines continued to serve as a stage for their past to unfold, demanding that they confront their histories head-on, one trial at a time.

Lilith then said again, her voice carrying a mixture of determination and resignation, "But let me handle this, Daimon. She was my past, and I should be the one to face her."

Daimon nodded in understanding, his crimson eyes reflecting a blend of respect and support. "I'll stand by your side, Lilith. Just know that I'm here if you need me."

Lilith gave him a grateful smile before turning her attention back to her sister.

The woman's form within the mist became clearer, her appearance mirroring Lilith's own in many ways—black hair, crimson eyes, a reflection of their shared bloodline.

As the mist dissipated further, the figure stepped forward, her expression a mixture of surprise and disbelief as she locked eyes with Lilith.

The air was thick with tension, emotions held in check, as the two sisters regarded each other.

"I never thought I'd see you again," Lilith's sister spoke, her voice carrying a hint of bitterness. "You abandoned us, just like that. Do you know what I went through after you left?"

Lilith's tone remained steady, though her eyes betrayed a complex mix of emotions. "I left because staying was unbearable. You made my life a living nightmare, and I needed to find my own path."

Her sister's gaze hardened. "And look where that path led you—to becoming the Queen of Vampires. You always thought you were better than the rest of us."

Lilith's voice held a hint of sadness. "I never wanted to be better than anyone. I just wanted to escape the toxicity that surrounded us."

Daimon watched the exchange, his presence a silent pillar of support for Lilith. He could sense the layers of pain and resentment that had built up over time, and he knew that this confrontation was a significant step for Lilith's healing.