Eleanor and I walked together, her delicate fingers laced with mine as she led me out of the living room and into the long, silent hallway. The air grew still the deeper we went, the lights casting soft glows against the polished wood floors and pale cream walls. My footsteps echoed beside hers, measured and calm, while my mind replayed a thousand memories of this house—of humiliation, of being overlooked, stepped on, hated.Now… the same hallways that once swallowed my silence were echoing with my return.She glanced over her shoulder at me with a flirtatious smile, biting her lip slightly as we climbed the stairs. Her hips swayed with every step, like she knew I was watching. I let my eyes follow her—calmly, amused—while keeping my expression unreadable.We reached the top floor, the scent of expensive perfume and polished wood mixing with the warmth of her skin. Eleanor’s room was at the end of the corridor, past the guest suites and her brother’s bedro

Lilith smirked, the corners of her lips curving with that dangerous, seductive charm of hers. “Let’s have a little fun…”I didn’t hesitate. My hands found her waist, pulled her close, and then slid lower to grab the firm curve of her buttocks. She let out a breathy laugh as I lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around my waist, arms tightening around my neck, and her lips captured mine—hungry, soft, electric.I didn’t even have to think. I just imagined her bedroom—dim lights, crimson silk sheets, shadows dancing on the walls—and in a blink, we vanished from the cellar in a whisper of air.We appeared in her bedroom, the scent of her skin and the warmth of her body still fresh on my lips. I moved swiftly, backing her toward the wall until her shoulders pressed against the cool surface. Lilith’s legs tightened around me, her heels digging into my ass as I held her up. The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling, our bodies moving in sync. I could feel he

I turned my gaze from the woman lying bloodied on the floor to Lilith, who looked pale for the first time since I’d met her—truly shaken. I was about to speak, but she cut me off, her voice urgent and tight."Help me carry her. Quickly."Without hesitation, I bent down and scooped the woman into my arms effortlessly. She was light—too light, like her strength had been drained from her body completely. As I held her close, her head lolled weakly against my chest, and her eyes fluttered open just for a moment. She looked at me… and for a fleeting second, her gaze held a strange, haunting familiarity.Then her eyes closed again, and she passed out.As I started up the staircase, Lilith followed silently behind me. I felt her eyes on the woman the entire time—concerned, protective, almost… maternal. I glanced down at the bruised figure in my arms. Her features—despite the injuries—were strikingly similar to Lilith’s. Same high cheekbones, same sharp eyebrows, same full lips. But her face

The only path to real answers now… was watching Morgana. Closely. If she made one wrong move, showed even the faintest sign of betrayal or suspicious intent, I wouldn’t hesitate. She’d be dead before she realized what hit her. I knew it wouldn't be during the day. If she was part of Lucenzo’s plan, the only time she'd dare act would be when we were all asleep—when the house was quiet, and the shadows stretched longer than usual. That would be the moment she’d make her move. If she ever did. I turned away from the mirror, thoughts heavy, and crossed the room. The bed creaked slightly as I sat down on the edge, then laid back fully, arms spread, my eyes fixed on the ceiling above me. I should be making plans— Planning how to break into hell. How to get past Lucenzo’s legions. How to storm his twisted throne and destroy everything he’s built. How to free Lucifer from Nexumbra, the prison dimension meant for the most powerful beings in the infernal realm. But here I was… Lying i

The chamber couldn’t hold him.Lucenzo took one more step forward, and the ground split apart beneath him. Stone shattered like glass. Pillars that had stood for centuries crumbled to dust, the pentagram beneath his feet pulsing like a beating heart of fire and blood. The walls groaned. Then cracked. Then exploded outward as if the realm itself rejected his presence.The infernal wind howled louder—alive, tearing through the air like the wail of a thousand tormented souls. Chains snapped from the walls and whipped around the room like metal vipers. Hellfire poured from the ceiling, raining down in molten arcs, scorching everything it touched.“MOVE!” I shouted, grabbing Lilith’s arm and yanking her back just as a flaming chunk of debris slammed into where she’d stood.But Lucenzo barely noticed. His eyes were locked on us with a hunger that made my blood freeze.Morgana cackled behind him, still bound in chains, but glowing with sick joy.