Night fell silently over the humble dwelling where Yuta rested.
His body, exhausted and wounded from recent battles, surrendered to a deep sleep — a sleep that not only pulled him away from the physical world but also cast him into a parallel dimension, a hidden space within himself where ancient forces and old shadows danced.
In the real world, Yuta's breathing was calm, almost imperceptible.
But inside his mind, another reality pulsed — a realm of purple mist, with veins of shimmering energy twisting like living roots, tangled in an almost tangible silence.
It was there that Lilith was sealed.
The immortal, the ancestral witch, the entity that once threatened to tear the fabric of the world — remained as a living shadow within him, the only presence capable of crossing the veils of consciousness while Yuta slept.
Lilith was not just a voice.
She was a contained hurricane, an untamable force consuming the space with her presence.
Her gaze was like blades — cold, piercing, filled with that intoxicating mix of icy disdain and menace that made her as dangerous as she was fascinating.
She moved with the lethal grace of a hunter, her black hair flowing like dark rivers, violet eyes flashing with the intensity of storms.
Her voice, when it echoed, reverberated in every corner of that inner realm.
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Lilith: "Finally, the man wakes. Or at least his mind does."
Yuta tried to respond, but his voice was trapped — like a whisper buried in the fog of sleep.
Lilith smiled — a cruel smile, heavy with irony and threat.
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Lilith: "Don't expect mercy. I'm not here to save you. Never was."
She advanced, circling him like a predator sizing up its prey.
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Lilith: "Do you think you can hide inside yourself? That you can keep me imprisoned? The world is falling apart out there, and you… you're sleeping. Pathetic."
Yuta felt the weight of her presence.
It was suffocating and, at the same time, strangely familiar — a living reminder of what he could become if he lost control.
Suddenly, the air around them rippled as if the very fabric of reality were being stretched.
From an irregular portal appeared Malhar.
He did not walk — he floated with the casual elegance of a lazy cat, hovering between shadows like a sour note in a perfect symphony.
His face was a mix of charm and madness, a mischievous smile drawn on his lips, eyes sparkling with dark humor and a touch of insanity.
He turned to the reader — or at least it seemed so — and spoke as if narrating a private comedy.
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Malhar: "Ah, Lilith, my dear immortal… still here, trapped in this tiny body of sleep. And you, young Yuta, the lucky human carrying so much weight without even quite knowing what you're doing."
He spun in the air, hair fluttering in a chaotic dance.
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Malhar: "Let's be honest, folks, this conversation is delicious, but you want to know what? This is just the preview of what's coming. After all, who doesn't love a good drama between the coldest witch and the boy lost in time?"
Lilith rolled her eyes but couldn't deny that Malhar's presence created a palpable tension.
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Lilith: "Damned intruder. You float like a ghost, but your intentions are as transparent as your useless jokes."
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Malhar: "Ah, I'm the perfect dose of madness to spice up this party. After all, what would destiny be without a little chaos and sarcasm?"
Malhar approached Lilith, his eyes shining with a mix of fascination and challenge.
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Malhar: "So, my dear, what made you unleash the primordials? What do you really want? To destroy? To dominate? Or just to watch the world burn in style?"
Lilith smiled — a sharp smile that cut the air.
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Lilith: "I play my game, and the world is my board. I released what was trapped because the cycle must continue. Because power must flow free. And because I'm tired of waiting for someone else to do what I must do."
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Malhar: "And Yuta? Ah, he's just the most interesting piece on this board. And one of the few who can truly change the rules."
He looked at Yuta, who was still struggling to grasp the whirlwind.
---
Malhar: "But don't expect me to protect you, boy. I only watch. And when the show gets good enough, I have my fun."
Even trapped in this sleep between worlds, Yuta felt the force of their words.
Part of him wanted to resist, to fight against the weight of Lilith and Malhar.
Another part, strangely, felt drawn to the complexity of that chaos.
Lilith stepped closer, her voice now a cold whisper.
---
Lilith: "You can fear me or use me. But never underestimate me. I'm not here to be your ally. You are trapped, and I am the chain that holds your sanity."
---
Malhar: "And me? I'm the spark that can set your world on fire — or just a court jester who loves breaking the fourth wall."
He looked directly at the reader, winking.
---
Malhar: "But hey, don't blame me, I'm just here to remind you that, in the end, life is one big game… and you're all invited to the show."
Night fell silently over the humble dwelling where Yuta rested.
His body, exhausted and wounded from recent battles, surrendered to a deep sleep — a sleep that not only pulled him away from the physical world but also cast him into a parallel dimension, a hidden space within himself where ancient forces and old shadows danced.
In the real world, Yuta's breathing was calm, almost imperceptible.
But inside his mind, another reality pulsed — a realm of purple mist, with veins of shimmering energy twisting like living roots, tangled in an almost tangible silence.
It was there that Lilith was sealed.
The immortal, the ancestral witch, the entity that once threatened to tear the fabric of the world — remained as a living shadow within him, the only presence capable of crossing the veils of consciousness while Yuta slept.
Lilith was not just a voice.
She was a contained hurricane, an untamable force consuming the space with her presence.
Her gaze was like blades — cold, piercing, filled with that intoxicating mix of icy disdain and menace that made her as dangerous as she was fascinating.
She moved with the lethal grace of a hunter, her black hair flowing like dark rivers, violet eyes flashing with the intensity of storms.
Her voice, when it echoed, reverberated in every corner of that inner realm.
---
Lilith: "Finally, the man wakes. Or at least his mind does."
Yuta tried to respond, but his voice was trapped — like a whisper buried in the fog of sleep.
Lilith smiled — a cruel smile, heavy with irony and threat.
---
Lilith: "Don't expect mercy. I'm not here to save you. Never was."
She advanced, circling him like a predator sizing up its prey.
---
Lilith: "Do you think you can hide inside yourself? That you can keep me imprisoned? The world is falling apart out there, and you… you're sleeping. Pathetic."
Yuta felt the weight of her presence.
It was suffocating and, at the same time, strangely familiar — a living reminder of what he could become if he lost control.
Suddenly, the air around them rippled as if the very fabric of reality were being stretched.
From an irregular portal appeared Malhar.
He did not walk — he floated with the casual elegance of a lazy cat, hovering between shadows like a sour note in a perfect symphony.
His face was a mix of charm and madness, a mischievous smile drawn on his lips, eyes sparkling with dark humor and a touch of insanity.
He turned to the reader — or at least it seemed so — and spoke as if narrating a private comedy.
---
Malhar: "Ah, Lilith, my dear immortal… still here, trapped in this tiny body of sleep. And you, young Yuta, the lucky human carrying so much weight without even quite knowing what you're doing."
He spun in the air, hair fluttering in a chaotic dance.
---
Malhar: "Let's be honest, folks, this conversation is delicious, but you want to know what? This is just the preview of what's coming. After all, who doesn't love a good drama between the coldest witch and the boy lost in time?"
Lilith rolled her eyes but couldn't deny that Malhar's presence created a palpable tension.
---
Lilith: "Damned intruder. You float like a ghost, but your intentions are as transparent as your useless jokes."
---
Malhar: "Ah, I'm the perfect dose of madness to spice up this party. After all, what would destiny be without a little chaos and sarcasm?"
Malhar approached Lilith, his eyes shining with a mix of fascination and challenge.
---
Malhar: "So, my dear, what made you unleash the primordials? What do you really want? To destroy? To dominate? Or just to watch the world burn in style?"
Lilith smiled — a sharp smile that cut the air.
---
Lilith: "I play my game, and the world is my board. I released what was trapped because the cycle must continue. Because power must flow free. And because I'm tired of waiting for someone else to do what I must do."
---
Malhar: "And Yuta? Ah, he's just the most interesting piece on this board. And one of the few who can truly change the rules."
He looked at Yuta, who was still struggling to grasp the whirlwind.
---
Malhar: "But don't expect me to protect you, boy. I only watch. And when the show gets good enough, I have my fun."
Even trapped in this sleep between worlds, Yuta felt the force of their words.
Part of him wanted to resist, to fight against the weight of Lilith and Malhar.
Another part, strangely, felt drawn to the complexity of that chaos.
Lilith stepped closer, her voice now a cold whisper.
---
Lilith: "You can fear me or use me. But never underestimate me. I'm not here to be your ally. You are trapped, and I am the chain that holds your sanity."
---
Malhar: "And me? I'm the spark that can set your world on fire — or just a court jester who loves breaking the fourth wall."
He looked directly at the reader, winking.
---
Malhar: "But hey, don't blame me, I'm just here to remind you that, in the end, life is one big game… and you're all invited to the show."