The night air was heavy with silence as Lilith walked beside her mother through the moonlit gardens of the academy. The Succubus Goddess moved like a phantom, her beauty so sharp it made the shadows tremble.
"You've been restless since I arrived," her mother said softly, her eyes glinting with curiosity. "Tell me, child… is it because of him?"
Lilith hesitated but finally let the words spill. "Ophis wants to give Aiden her blood. She wants to awaken the Night King inside him. And… she says she wants to marry him." Her voice cracked with frustration.
Her mother's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "Ah… so that child is here after all. I wondered if Ophis would move so boldly. She always was ambitious."
"But Mother!" Lilith snapped, her usual composure slipping. "Selene is already his girlfriend. She's glued to him constantly, as if he belongs to her alone."
The goddess chuckled, her laughter low and dangerous. "You sound jealous, my daughter."
"I am not!" Lilith shot back, though the heat in her voice betrayed her denial.
Her mother stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from Lilith's face with a tenderness that contrasted her fearsome aura. "Listen carefully, child. Aiden is not ordinary. He is like your father — destined for greatness, and destined to walk beside many. Men like him do not have just one woman. They gather queens to their side, whether by fate or by fire."
Lilith froze, the words cutting deep. Her mother's gaze lingered. "You feel it, don't you? The pull toward him. The recognition. Deny it all you want, but your heart already knows."
Lilith's lips parted, but no words came. She turned away, ashamed, angry, and confused.
Later, in the vast throne chamber of her family's domain, the Succubus Goddess stood before Victor Allucard. His presence filled the hall like an ocean of darkness, calm yet overwhelming.
"So," Victor murmured, his crimson eyes half-closed. "You met him."
"I did," she replied softly. "And there is something… familiar. When I was near him, I felt as though a part of me recognized him. A piece of myself buried in that boy."
Victor's gaze sharpened ever so slightly. "Interesting. Perhaps the whispers are true, then. Perhaps he carries not only the Night King's blood… but something of the abyss as well."
The goddess folded her arms, her expression unreadable. "If that's the case… then he is more dangerous than any of us imagined."
Victor leaned back, lips curling into the faintest smile. "Dangerous? Perhaps. Or perhaps… inevitable."
Far away, in the dead of night, the Church finally moved.
The Second Choir descended on the outskirts of the academy like blades of holy fire. Their armor gleamed beneath the moon, their weapons radiating divine light. Unlike the spies before them, they made no attempt to hide.
"Purge the nest," their commander barked.
As the first holy arrows streaked across the academy's outer barrier, the ground trembled. Students stirred in their dorms as the wards flared with warning.