"I have heard your wish."
A voice echoed from deep within Lilith's mind.
Lilith did not know who it was—her head hurt so much. Die, all of you, just die, die!
"Aaaaaa! What the hell is this?!"
The child's body on the bed suddenly burst into flames.
The man only had time to scream those words before turning to dust.
The flames spread with absurd speed, engulfing the entire castle and sealing off every path, leaving no one able to escape or survive.
All the guests, nobles, servants—every last turned into ashes.
Mother, I cannot grow up well. That bright future was burned away with everyone in this castle, buried in ashes along with you.
"Clack."
The sound of a door opening echoed as Silvanus entered, only to find Lilith sitting on the bed, holding a photo in her hands, surrounded by stuffed animals.
She wore a princess dress, sitting quietly on the bed like a beautiful porcelain doll.
Sunlight streamed through the window, making everything seem so bright and blissful.
