Great Devil Bride

After what seemed like an eternity, Lilith finally opened her eyes, only to find herself staring at the people in the hall, who were gazing at her with a mix of bewilderment.

She furrowed her brows and then pulled away from the embrace, looking at the Devil and widening her eyes. "Wait, what's going on here? This seems to be Lucifer's palace. Ah, my face!" she thought. Suddenly, a mirror appeared in her grip. She gazed at her reflection, relieved to see that her beautiful face was unchanged, with no horrible scar. Her eyes widened in shock. "Don't tell me I am reborn!" she exclaimed inwardly, pinching herself. Only when she felt pain did she realize that she was indeed not dreaming or hallucinating; she was genuinely reborn, back to several years ago.

"If I recall correctly, this... isn't this the day I slapped Lucifer publicly? I was reborn to the day I slapped him publicly—ah! Why here?" She grabbed her hair in frustration.

"You are not allowed to hurt yourself; you should always remember that!" Devin remarked in a slightly annoyed tone. He could accept anything from her, but who gave her permission to harm herself?

Lilith noticed he was talking about her hair she had grabbed, as if she were about to pull it out, and immediately let go. She smiled awkwardly while pointing at everyone. "I... I guess I just slapped you in front of so many people. Won't... won't you slap your own back?" she asked softly, lowering her head.

Everyone was equally dumbfounded.

What exactly was wrong with this Devil Bride? She had burst in with a furious expression, shouting and screaming, then slapped the Devil, and now her temper had cooled, and she was acting... acting how? Like a little girl? Someone needed to explain this better!

Devin really wanted to reassess Lilith, but could he even be wrong? "You are my Bride; would I ever dare to raise my hand against you?" he replied, trying to understand her intentions.

Lilith raised her head and looked at the Devil. "Lucifer," she called softly.

Devin raised his brows; it had been a long time since she had addressed him as Lucifer, and now he wanted to pull her into a tight hug. But he feared scaring her and ruining everything for himself.

"Actually... I don't mean to slap you, but... take it as your punishment for running away on our wedding night," she turned around and left.

Lucifer was completely at a loss, his mouth slightly parted. He truly was at a loss.

Everyone in the hall was equally stunned.

"Wasn't yesterday your wedding? You claim her as your bride, and no wonder why you got slapped. You really keep such beauty in suspense," everyone thought, and they all wanted to laugh, but they knew that if they dared, their heads would surely roll. It was better not to offend the Devil.

Lucifer rubbed his forehead and appeared on his throne, sitting like a gangster with a cold and expressionless face. "This king is tired; everyone can leave now," he remarked, his voice cold and ruthless, sending chills down everyone's hearts.

Everyone bowed their heads and hastily exited.

Lucifer gazed at the entrance. "What are you planning now?" he murmured. A cup of wine appeared in his hand, and he started sipping while a smile crept onto his face as he recalled his touch on Lilith's waist. He couldn't help but look at his hand, still feeling her warmth.

"You can only be mine. As for that stupid fox, fox soup should be his honor, shouldn't it?" he grinned dangerously, his eyes becoming even more crimson, symbolizing his thirst for blood.

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Lilith was walking alone back to her room, cursing herself. "My luck! Damn my luck!" she exclaimed, slapping her head several times. "But I told him that the slap is for missing the wedding night with me. Will he come tonight? Ah, I should wear something nice," she thought, opening her room door and entering. As soon as she stepped inside, she saw the familiar figure of Delilah.

Delilah was a simple-looking seventeen-year-old elf girl, her big green eyes matching her long, beautiful green hair. Dressed in a maid outfit, she was holding a jug, seemingly to clean the room. As soon as she saw Lilith, she started shivering and dropped to her knees.

"Welcome... welcome back, Gr... Great Devil Bride," she stammered, bowing her head as if she wished to bury it in the ground.

Lilith looked at the pitiful girl covered in scars. These scars were on Delilah delicate skin all thanks to her, all because she hated being called the Devil Bride, and the little girl was so fond of addressing her like that. each time Delilah called her Devil Bride, Lilith would beat her mercilessly before sending her back to her cell for another punishment. Yet, despite the pain, Delilah never stopped calling her Devil Bride. This relentless taunt made Lilith addicted to punishing her repeatedly. As she recalled those painful memories, Lilith quickly dismissed them and walked in. Just as she was about to help Delilah up, the girl fell again but quickly bowed once more, shivering even more than before.

Lilith sighed. "Damn me in my past life; I was indeed a fool, as blind as can be," she thought, and helped Delilah to her feet. As soon as she did, Lilith hugged her tightly.

"From now on, you are my sister. Don't be afraid of me anymore. I promise I will never hurt you again," she declared sincerely.

Delilah was surprised and shocked. "Great Devil Bride, I... I..." she stumbled over her words as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She could feel the sincerity in Lilith's voice and tone, which moved her to tears.

Lilith smiled and helped her wipe her face. "Just address me as your Lady. It's simple and not long to pronounce," she beamed warmly.

"But... but if I start addressing you as my Lady, this will lower your position and... and..." Delilah stammered, trembling slightly.

Lilith sighed and interrupted, "Just call me your Queen then, since I'm already married to him and he has given me the Queen position. What do you think?" she smiled.

Delilah's eyes widened. "Great Devil Bride, you allow me to address you as the Queen!" she exclaimed, happiness shining brightly on her face.

Lilith smiled warmly and stroked Delilah's hair. "The Devil himself gave me the position; I can't object, can I?" she chuckled.

"That's great! My Queen, you have finally figured out his Majesty's feelings for you!" Delilah shouted in excitement but quickly covered her mouth, anticipating a change in mood from Lilith or even a slap. To her complete surprise, Lilith affectionately patted her head.

"In fact, I've even figured out out that there's no way I can escape from him, so do this Queen a favor and select a good dress for the night, I must conquer this Devil tonight," she smiled warmly.

Delilah's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I will surely do that, my queen!" she exclaimed loudly, unaware that she was now shouting.

Lilith beamed and planted a kiss on her forehead. "This Queen will go and bathe first," she remarked before leaving Delilah alone in a daze.

"My Queen has changed! This is good! Very good! Now the king will be at ease," she chuckled, and immediately ran after Lilith. "My Queen, let me accompany you!" she called out in excitement.