The scene begins with Lilith sipping a cup of tea from within the castle library. Lilith had quite enjoyed the quiet serenity the library offered ever since her son had moved out of the castle to live in his own kingdom.
And as the caring and understanding mother Lilith was, she knew that this was to be expected. Stygian was always destined to become a king in some form, but what she didn't expect was him leaving so soon.
Still, she found solace in the fact that his biological parents were with him, living in this new kingdom. Sure, she didn't know where they came from or what form of demon they were, but after spending some time with her new friend, the White Lady…
She had learned that they were quite the lovely people, especially the White Lady. And whenever they would talk and discuss their interests and hobbies, it would always somehow end in them discussing who had the better partner.
…in bed.
Lilith argued that since her husband was able to get her pregnant despite her cursing herself to never be able to bear children in any shape or form, she was insistent that she had the better partner.
Unfortunately, this simply sparked the rather competitive nature of all higher beings—to conquer and dominate in any field they were in.
And unfortunately for Lilith, the White Lady was Hallownest's greatest breeder.
She told Lilith of the millions of children she and the Pale King produced during their time together.
This greatly shocked Lilith, since the thought of someone giving birth to millions of children was… greatly disturbing.
The White Lady, proud of her achievement, asked Lilith if she ever thought of having more children with her husband.
Lilith was a bit shocked by her question but gave it some thought. What's really stopping her? Hell is basically being run by her son, and Charlie's too busy growing up and finding her place in this world, so really what's stopping her is… nothing.
But as the memory of Lilith and the White Lady's talk stayed within her mind, the sound of footsteps knocked her out of her daydreaming.
Walking toward her was a servant holding a tray with a letter on top. The servant, upon reaching Lilith, gave a quick bow before handing her the letter.
Lilith thanked the servant before allowing them to leave. Once she was alone, she looked down at the letter she was currently holding.
It had the same sigil her son would use whenever he wore his armor, so she simply assumed it was something important from the Pale Kingdom.
Opening the letter and reading it a bit, she quickly found out just how terrible the penmanship was. It was written in a way that would make you question if they even knew how to write or if they just had terrible eyesight.
But reading the letter, it had a simple request—to visit the Pale Kingdom and to visit the crowned prince's private garden.
And with the mention of her son, Lilith had forgone any semblance of logic as to why someone had sent this letter and immediately got up from her seat. Without wasting time, she turned into a puff of red smoke before teleporting to the garden.
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Once she had entered the garden, the smoke quickly reformed back into Lilith. Standing alone in the field of white flowers, Lilith quickly heard a faint sound.
Moving closer to the sound and hearing it more clearly, she immediately recognized it was Beelzebub. But what was strange was that she was… moaning.
Visceral and hungry, Lilith's curiosity skyrocketed as she followed the noise. Upon reaching the small garden house, she immediately saw her son and Beelzebub having… coitus.
And as she watched the two individuals bite and kiss each other, Lilith, not wanting to disturb them, simply walked past them, seeing as they were both too distracted with each other to even notice her.
Reaching the table, Lilith took a seat and began observing the two lovers with intrigue.
She watched as they made love, often critiquing them on their rather vanilla form of lovemaking.
But things got more interesting when she noticed her son had begun to sprout tentacles from his back and slowly began entering the different orifices Beelzebub had.
Lilith, with a smile, nodded at her son for the amazing technique. And after a few minutes, and them finally finishing, Lilith—having watched her son finally lose his virginity—couldn't help but clap at the amazing show she had just witnessed.
This caused the two to look at her in shock, and Lilith, not wanting to disturb them any further, simply got up from her seat and turned once more into a cloud of red smoke, leaving the two completely flustered.
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Once Lilith had left the two lovebirds and promised them she wouldn't tell anyone what she saw today, she had the bright idea to tell her friend.
Teleporting to the White Lady's room and reforming in front of her door, she gave a few small knocks before the door opened, revealing the White Lady and the Pale King lying naked in bed.
"Greetings, Lily. What brings you here?" the White Lady spoke as she spooned the Pale King.
"Nothing much, but I do have some juicy gossip about our son," she said with a grin.
"Oh!" the White Lady said before quickly getting up, revealing her plump and naked figure to Lilith.
She quickly used her magic to wrap herself once more in her bandages, and once she was fully clothed, Lilith and the White Lady sat down on one of the many seats located in the room.
Once they were fully seated, Lilith began talking and explaining what had happened—who Stygian was with and what they were doing.
"Oh my," the White Lady said, a bluish blush on her cheeks.
"I know! They were going at it like animals! It was so erotic—you should have seen it."
"I wish I did," the White Lady said, disappointment painted on her face at not being able to see the scene.
"You know, we shouldn't really be talking about these types of things. I mean, what would Styg—" the Pale King said, lying on the bed, finally waking up, only to be quickly gagged by the White Lady to silence him.
Using her roots, she quickly pulled her naked husband onto her lap before allowing Lilith to continue with the story.
"As I was saying, they started—"
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And that's all for now.
I shall no longer be narrating this situation, as to save what little dignity my grandchild has.