The wind screamed like something dying—an animal with its throat torn open.Above us, the broken moon cracked further, splitting like rotten bone.Blood leaked from its fractures, raining down in thick, crimson sheets that stained the colorless temple red.
Lightning slammed into the ground beside me, close enough to numb half my body.
And through it all, Sylphia's screams rose and rose—not the scream of a girl in pain,but the scream of something being reborn.
"JESTER! Is this shit NORMAL!?" I shouted over the storm.
Jester finally stopped laughing long enough to glare at me.
"How the fuck would I know? I'm just a clown.Enjoy the goddamn show."
Honestly? At this point I couldn't tell which was worse—Jester's sarcasmor the apocalyptic eclipse ripping reality apart.
I eventually decided it was a tie.
Sylphia's screams suddenly cut off.Her eyes cracked open—half-lidded, glowing black-and-red like dying embers.
She looked like me.
God help us.
I leaned in and touched her wrist.Big mistake.
"Hey. Are you—"
Her eyes snapped wide—not with fear, but pure hunger.
She lunged.
Her teeth sank into my neck like a starving animal tearing into a fresh kill.The pain was sharp, merciless—and yet… there was a sickening excitement buried in it.
I felt her sucking the blood out of me slowly, greedily,like a newborn feeding.
I haven't even lost my virginity, and somehow I've already become a parent.
"Enjoying yourself, Sammail?" Jester asked, laughing like a true demon clown.
"WHEN DOES THIS END? And how do I make her normal again!?" I yelled.
Jester smirked darkly.
"Well… there's always a chance she's lost her identity entirely and turned into a blood-crazed beast forever."Then he turned toward the bleeding moon."And isn't that just a beautiful view?"
I laughed through gritted teeth, half-mad from pain and blood loss.
"She bites harder than my mother ever did.Is this what happened when she corrupted you?Did God fuck your brains out or something?"
Jester gave me a perfectly straight face.
"Well, your mother did the fucking, actually.And as for God? He fucked all of us.Your rotten existence isn't worthy of that kind of attention."
I made a mental note to slap him later.
After a while, Sylphia's bite softened—not kinder, just less murderous.Her hair dripped blood like the moon itself.
Then she stood, and without hesitation, kicked me across the temple.
Jester whispered, admiringly,
"Now that's a woman."
"I CAN HEAR YOU," I growled.
He ignored me and twirled under the raining blood like a child playing in puddles.
Sylphia lunged again. I caught her left leg, but she kicked me with the right like a demon ballerina.
I couldn't hit her back.She could die.And I'd invested way too much time corrupting this chaotic whore.
Wait—
I'm her master now, right?
Lucifer said my mother kept Jester tightly bound… metaphorically.Hopefully.
I took a breath and screamed with everything I had left:
"STOP. NOW."
The world cracked.
The bleeding moon vanished—gone in an instant.Colorless sky returned.Sylphia froze.
And then—she knelt.
So did every shadow in the temple.Every creature.Every remnant of Lilith's power.
All of them bowed.
To me.
Jester's voice snapped through the silence:
"You finally did it.And look at me—you got me drenched in blood, you idiot!"
I stared down at myself, covered head to toe in crimson.
"The fuck do you—?"
Sylphia's voice interrupted me:
"WAIT—why the fuck am I kneeling!?"
My head spun.
The shadows rose.Sylphia stumbled to her feet.Jester sighed dramatically.
"Can everyone calm down for ONE moment and stop kneeling?"He threw his hands up."Fuck me."
All three of us were drenched in blood like a family photo for Hell's Christmas card.
Jester wiped his face."Gods, we need a bath."
"Then let's get out of this cursed temple," I said.
Sylphia nodded, disgusted."I feel awful."