When we live, we believe that others are the reason for our existence and our continuation in this miserable life—but the truth is otherwise.
Who are we? Why do we live? Why do our minds submit to every tragedy we go through, when we are the true cause of it?
We do not wish to confront ourselves with this truth, but rather prefer to lie to ourselves, as if everything we have would vanish the moment we admit that we are chasing an illusion that does not exist…
After realizing that the white-haired man had vanished before my eyes in the blink of an eye, I felt as if time itself had stopped at that very moment.
Everything around me faded, carried away by the winds.
I stood up hastily, running as if madness had taken hold of me, screaming at the top of my lungs:
"Where are you? Don't leave—please… I still wish to speak with you… please!"
I kept screaming, not caring if anyone from the village discovered my presence or that I had broken their rules.
I ran in circles, searching for him, wanting nothing more than to see him—just to speak with him once more.
But after hours of relentless searching, despair consumed me, and I believed I would never see him again.
I fell to my knees, crying. I didn't know why—nor the reason for all this sorrow and the flood of emotions that suddenly overwhelmed me without warning.
For in the end, I am nothing but a hopeless demon, with no meaning to her existence and no purpose in this life.
I pressed my hand against my head from the intensity of the pain, from the storm of thoughts swirling within my mind.
My eyes widened, and I began to laugh mockingly until my fangs appeared.
"What a shame… hahaha… I possess this immense power, and yet I serve as a mere servant to a sorcerer who knows no mercy!
Hahaha… why should I accept such humiliation and disgrace?
I am a demoness among the mightiest of demon lords—
so how could I be nothing more than a tool in the hands of others?"
I repeated these words loudly, overcome by a madness of grandeur:
"From this day forth… peace shall have no meaning, and mankind shall have no land!
I… I shall be the one to shatter the very bridge upon which their safety stands !
I will turn their sleep into darkness, and their food into blood!"
I laughed wildly, caring nothing for the foolish rules.
Then I looked down, grabbed a handful of soil, clenched it tightly in my hand, and said:
"From this moment forth, the earth shall drink nothing but blood.… from this day forth, I shall live with only the hope of finding you."
I rose to my feet, gripped my sword, fastened it to my belt, and wiped the blood from my face.
Then I looked ahead at Villiam—his body torn into pieces, barely moving, agony consuming him.
I approached cunningly, my gaze fixed on his face, marked with the extent of his suffering.
With mockery and playful cruelty, I said:
"Villiam… oh, the despair. I never expected to see your blood before me—you, who were always the strongest."
I laughed, then my expression darkened.
"But from this day on… I am the strongest."
He began coughing from the intensity of the pain, blood splattering the ground as he spoke in a broken voice:
"Lilithia… help me… co–come on…"
He couldn't finish, so I interrupted mockingly:
"Oh, your weakness and might… I almost pity you. You're in my hands now—or rather, beneath my feet—and I can do with you whatever I please… hahaha!"
I moved closer, pressing hard on his wound, making him scream in agony.
"Painful, isn't it? You screamed just now—that means you feel it, doesn't it?
Where is the strength you used to boast about?
It's gone… vanished, like a breeze on a hot day.
You want me to help you, don't you?"
I repeated those words, feeling a thrill surge through my body, as if I held the entire world in my hands.
He looked at me with a deep, bewildered gaze, unaware of his fate, and said:
"Lilithia… what… has happened to you? Co–come on…"
My eyes widened and turned red, stirring the trees with my wind as I shouted:
"Help you? Huh? Aren't you the White Fang—known for your strength?
Don't you feel ashamed to ask me for something like that?
Look at yourself now, lying there like a wretch… don't you feel any shame?
If I were you, I'd bury myself rather than live in such pitiful disgrace."
I was trying to exploit any weakness that would let me take control of his mind and thoughts.
Then I said coldly:
"I will help you and free you from this hell… but on one condition."
I pointed my finger at him and traced along his wounds.
"You will be mine."
He glared at me with fury, and said between heavy breaths:
"Ha–have you gone mad?"
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