Memory of Meeting a Bastard (2)

Fifteen minutes in the real world felt like an hour in the hallucination. As a result, Medeia was forced to endure her painful past.

She lay on the cold snow, her fingertips frozen and her skin turned pale. Her lips were trembling because of the coldness, but that was the only reaction she showed at the moment.

She didn't cry or get mad.

She was just lying there, feeling the cold snow that slowly froze her whole body.

"You know what, Lilith?" The voice sliced through the silence, venomous and mocking. "You look far more beautiful when you're obedient like this."

Lucifer knelt beside her, his cold hand brushing over her hair. He grabbed a strand and brought it to his lips, kissing it with his disgusting lips. 

"See? You're so much better when you stop fighting. That way, you can live leisurely as my queen in hell."

Live leisurely?