Lilith’s POV:

>> When was the last time I felt happiness? When was the last time I felt my heart flutter unto something I really wanted?

I don’t remember. I can’t recall. Half of my feelings died since the day he died. For our brethren, for the Kingdom, for the one he truly loved the most.

For the sake of the future of this Kingdom.

Mephistopheles is the only noble I adore. He is the person I cherished, and the one I wish to live and die with. He is the reason why I keep living a long, painful, eternal suffering.

A part of my feelings died after him. After he fought for the greater good of this Kingdom. He perished, together with our brethren who went along with him.

But behind the truth of it is me.

I was the reason why he died. I was the reason why I choose to suffer from this life.

*** Several years prior: Great War ***

“This will be a never-ending war between us Demons and mortals.” His voice lifts, showing agony and frustration. It has been a year since the Hero was born in the mortals.

The Queen also gave birth to an heir of the throne. A princess will soon-to-be Queen.

And now, this is the fight for the country every rulers of Tophet Kingdom must win. We never settled scores with mortals. Always ending up in draw, withdrawing both opponents when two leaders are perished.

Both are powerful, both possess brute strength to win. No one let their pride tainted with defeat. They fight for glory and honor. For the valor and peace.

A noble cause of each Kingdom, to clash their belief unto us who they despise the most.

“We can’t let this continue any further.” He continued. Aligning at the round table are the people he trusted the most. That includes me.

I am a powerful and superior Demon who possess an amount of power to crush every enemy. My demonic powers can break minds of mortals, making them my puppet.

My words can make their body follow what I desire, my allure can make every men fall head over heels for me. I am Lilith, one of the magistrate, Countess of Gehenna, and Mephistopheles’s most trusted person.

I never let him know my true feelings for him. For my cousin, the Queen Juno, who once a princess, now is his wife.

“What is the plan now, Your Highness?” beside him is an old man wearing sloven robe. His thick mustache and beard attached to his face.

Wrinkles show clearly upon his face and hands. “I am planning to make a treaty with them. We can’t let this war to continue any further. For the millennials passed between our feuds... I can’t imagine that there’s going between us and theirs.”

“You’re proposing a treaty between our race and the mortals?!” Marquis Paimon raised up on his seat. Delivering those words with awe and disappointment, everyone, even me, growled out of exasperation.

“This is the only way. I can’t let our men died on this senseless war! We’ve been through lots of bloodshed. We neither attain victory nor defeat. What else could we get to this!?”

He pleads. His voice show rationality towards the happenings. He sensed that there’s nothing will gain between us and the mortals. We will never attain anything; albeit, lose everything on this battle.

“We still have our legions! We’re still undefeated. If we show who is really the one—”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” hitting his clenched fist on the table, Paimon grunts out. Mephistopheles heaves a deep sigh, and leaned his back on the chair.

“You all know that I already have an heir. Us Demons, when got an offspring, that new life consumes our power. I know this is something I mustn’t tell, for this shows my weakness. However,”

I know that perfectly. I know that his body slowly wanes due to the newborn heir, that I was the one supposed to give birth to.

“This must end. The war between us demons and mortals should end now. I seek no hatred upon them, I seek no disdain for them. If we can live normally and harmoniously together with them. That will be a good thing, right?”

Indeed. We demons, ever since, live a carefree life. A life where no war surge. No purge of our race, and no loathe with each other.

But those humans exist and found out our race. They started persecuting us based on our looks. They loathed us, feared us, hate us.

We are a plague exist in their lives. We are the harbinger of calamity and disaster, the one who annihilates their race. They are the reason why we are in this endless loop of agony and war.

And then, Mephistopheles thought of a noble cause for our race. The demons should compromise with mortals. An absurd, pipe dream or so I want to say.

I want to believe in him; I want him to make it through everyone’s help.

I, Lilith, should be the one supports him. I must be the one who stands beside him, to be his strength and the one I can protect. It should be all my plan.

Yet, my feelings plagued out with hatred and anguish. For I know, I will never be with him. He won’t see me as I am, a woman who seeks his attention.

He’ll just be a distant person to me. And having Queen Juno living her fulfilled life with their child; that made my hatred deepened even more.

At that time, Mephistopheles sent a messenger to bring a letter of truce. A letter that will change the course of our lives, that will lead to an end of this endless war.

It was bound to happen, I must support it; I want his dream to happen. Yet, even so... when I see him happy with Juno, I feel anguish. I feel the dark emotion stirring thorough.

I sensed something nasty growing inside me. I repressed it for a long time now. I keep myself restrained to let this emotion burst out.

But it’s all over now.

I didn’t let the messenger left the realm. I killed him, and lead the legion to attack the mortals. They must know who are they looking down to.

With the Hero on them, they will lead and march in our realm. I did this to lure Mephistopheles into his demise. Ah, yes... I want him to die for this Kingdom.

And not long after, the Hero came together with every warriors gathered to kill us all. Mephistopheles’s dream shattered in an instant.

This causes us the great instances to win this war. We are the ones winning it! We are the victor, we are... but when he gets killed, everything will fall into pieces.

I never regrated it. Attacking humans for the sake of this feelings of mine to fall into the abyss. I hate them, I hate Mephistopheles, Juno, and everyone. But most of all, I hate myself.

At last, I’ve seen the demise of two realms. No one lead the victory. No one lead the defeat. Both lose something dearly for their nation. Both perished without realizing the dream of each other.

Both of them bore the hatred that will never end.

And thus, the cycle of this war continuous for another millennia. Queen Juno got widowed, leaving with the young Princess Astarte.

As for me, who just stand and watch over as I saw that woman weeping with agony for losing the man she truly loved. A part of me died, a part of my feelings carried out the life of Mephistopheles.

My hatred turns into numbness. And it finally eradicated my feelings for him. Now that he’s gone, Juno will never be happy again. Just like how she took him from me.