Chapter 67

Lilth giggled as she raced past the maids and royal guards who all stopped and paid respect to her as she raced past them, snowy-white hair streaming behind her, bare feet barely roughing the ground. Her dress of red silk and black velvet fluttered and trailed behind her. The matching red and black ribbons braided into her white locks streamed behind her.

Lucifer was still sleeping and he wouldn't wake up for another 2 hours.

"Good morning, princess."

"Greetings, my princess."

"Hello, princess."

Lilith returned their greetings with her own and she raced down the hallways of the castle to her father's room.

It was his birthday today and Lilth wanted to surprise him by making him a cake for his birthday.

Cooking was a servant's duty-something that most more well off folks found demeaning and beneath them- but Lilth found pleasure with baking.

Creating her own pastries and desserts from scratch by hand was satisfying and amazing to her and she was good enough to the point where she could start to experiment and create her own recipes.

Maybe a vanilla cake with cherries and strawberries on top or a chocolate cake with cherry glaze would suit him better?

Lilth had just made it to the kitchen when a loud commotion could suddenly be heard.

The sound of bodies being thrown against walls and of the guards crying out and begging someone to "please calm down!!" and "Restrain his highness!!".

The sounds of the panicked servants and fighting could also be heard.

"UNHAND ME!!!"

Lilith froze, hand still on the door handle of the kitchen door.

It was her daddy.

The sound of something hard and heavy being thrown against a hall followed suit and the sound of walls and floors breaking and cracking followed after that.

It sounded like her daddy was trying to beat up his guards to death or something like that.

Lilith got scared.

What happened to make her daddy act like this?

He was normally such a nice and gentle person who didn't even so much as raise his voice at someone else.

But now he was yelling and screaming and hitting people.

A werewolf maid servant came rushing over from the direction where the commotion was coming from.

"Princess, please. Allow me to escort you back to your room. It's not safe."

She tried to get the princess to move but Lilith stood her ground despite the fact that the werewolf maid used all her hand to try to drag her away. She might as well be trying to drag along a mountain.

As expected of a royal demon princess. She was far stronger than the average monster.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong with my daddy."

The maid werewolf gulped and she looked like she was about to shit her pants.

"Nothing….nothing at all your highness. Your daddy just had a bad dream….that's all."

Her shaky and scared voice told a whole different story.

Lilth pushed past the maid, determined to see for herself what was wrong with her daddy.

What she saw still haunted her to this day.

Her daddy, surrounded by 10 guards armed with swords and spears, looked more like some wild beast kept locked up in the prisons than a gentle and kind king.

He still wore his nightshirt and a pair of pants that were covered in blood and torn up in several places.

His eyes looked absolutely deranged and feral and not a single trace of him was left inside of him.

Lilth was horror stricken and terrified by her father's beastly appearance.

Ah yes, the consequences of wielding the powers that the royal family was so famed for.

Consequences to the mind or body.

In this case, her father was losing his mind due to his own ability.

Lilth wished this wasn't true.

That the rumors and whispers surrounding the "curse" of the royal family wasn't true.

But it was.

….

Lilth woke up with a start.

She just had that same bad dream she had for months now.

She felt absolutely shitty and bad.

The sound of people sleeping surrounded her and Lilth's sharp and superhuman eyes caught the outlines of the kids and her brother despite the fact that it was pitch black outside with no moonlight.

They didn't dare to risk a fire.

No doubt that those freaks were still out there.

The freaks that should have stayed locked up if only her daddy didn't go insane and freed them to unleash havoc on the human kingdom.

Her daddy….she wished that there was still some part of him left inside of that madman that he now became.

But what if her daddy was gone forever?

…

Arya cursed and swore, spitting out almost every bad word she knew of.

She punched at a wall, feeling it crack and break under her fist.

Catalina clicked her tongue and eyed Arya with a look Arya was very similar with.

The look of an instructor about to point out a mistake her student just made. Catalina held up a torch for her in one hand.

"Don't punch like that. You'll only hurt your hand."

Arya sighed.

"Right, Catty, this is giving me nostalgic feelings inside of me right now to the times you were my trainer."

Arya lowered her fist and examined her sore knuckles.

It would definitely be bruising up but Arya was sure her healing abilities would take care of it.

Or maybe not as Arya had just used up what seemed like almost every drop of healing power she had in her to heal up the survivors.

Thankfully, there weren't too many victims-only 3 victims-and more injured than dead.

Arya spent the rest of the day healing broken arms, twisted ankles, cuts and bruises, scraped knees and hands and concussions.

Everyone was grateful to Arya but that only made her feel shy.

She accepted their gratitude with wholeheartedness and she felt good inside.

She spent her time clearing the rubble and debris with her telekinesis, easily picking up trash and rubble with her bare mind and moving it. It was very captivating to watch.

Torches and fires were lit up in order to allow for better lighting and Arya wondered if they were a safety hazard as they could attract unwanted attention. Lamps were lit up inside of homes and the golden glow of light filled every house.

But it was a risk people were willing to take as otherwise, it would be too dark to see anything.

Yep, she was going to have bruised up knuckles until her healing powers recovered enough to heal it.

Catalina glanced over to where Ezekiel was, busy tying up the paralyzed people as a precaution in case they decided to attack again.

Assyrian and Granite were busy helping him, tying up the people with rope or anything they could find like old bed sheets or dirty clothes.

Jasper and Elijah were off to get some well deserved sleep in one of the few surviving houses still standing.

Arya was swearing and trying to track down the man who stole her swords during the surprise attack.

"Fucker…might as well be two broomsticks in his hands….he took my swords…"

Arya finally stopped cursing and sighed.

"Fists it is until I find some new swords."

Arya walked over to a pile of rubble that used to be a house.

"Let's get rid of this, shall we?"

Then a hand shot straight out of the pile of rubble and scared the shit out of her.