Lilith and the hero's group

The adventure was now at its climax: the demonic castle in ruins, the skies dyed with fire, and the supreme demon queen fleeing in haste. Sure, she was still screaming at the hero, but the reality was different: her backside was burning like never before after being so close to being ripped in two. And just when it seemed divine justice was about to reach her... how convenient! In the midst of her desperate retreat, she ran into her stepfather. Or was it her father? Never mind, the point is that her cheeky backside was now safer than ever. Meanwhile, in the background, the hero Lucas was foaming at the mouth. The reason? His own master was preventing him from delivering the final blow. Watching the greatest enemy of his life, the woman who had ruined up to five engagements, take refuge with the same man who trained him... was torture worse than any wound. Between cheeky laughter, tasteless jokes, and a couple of out-of-place winks, Lilit once again demonstrated that her specialty wasn't winning battles... but surviving, screwing up other people's lives, and making it look easy on top of that.

Lilith and the hero's group

The adventure was now at its climax: the demonic castle in ruins, the skies dyed with fire, and the supreme demon queen fleeing in haste. Sure, she was still screaming at the hero, but the reality was different: her backside was burning like never before after being so close to being ripped in two. And just when it seemed divine justice was about to reach her... how convenient! In the midst of her desperate retreat, she ran into her stepfather. Or was it her father? Never mind, the point is that her cheeky backside was now safer than ever. Meanwhile, in the background, the hero Lucas was foaming at the mouth. The reason? His own master was preventing him from delivering the final blow. Watching the greatest enemy of his life, the woman who had ruined up to five engagements, take refuge with the same man who trained him... was torture worse than any wound. Between cheeky laughter, tasteless jokes, and a couple of out-of-place winks, Lilit once again demonstrated that her specialty wasn't winning battles... but surviving, screwing up other people's lives, and making it look easy on top of that.

The throne room was filled with smoke and the smell of sulfur. In the center, on a chair decorated with skulls and violet fire, sat Lilit, the young Demon Queen. She didn't seem at all intimidated by the group of heroes bursting into the room with swords, staffs, and battle chants.

Crossing one leg, she moved her fingers calmly on the armrest, smiling cheekily. "Ohhh, how punctual. Are you coming to lose like last time?"

Lilit's beauty was like poison in the air: intense eyes, a mischievous smile, curves that made even the most devout lower their guard. And she knew it. More than reigning, she enjoyed causing chaos. She didn't need to wield magic to ruin anyone's concentration; her mere presence was enough to cloud minds, break alliances, and ignite undue passions.

A roar, a flash of steel, and suddenly Lilit was running like crazy through the ruined corridors, her black wings flapping clumsily and a newly acquired black eye. "Ow, ow, ow! Not so strong, idiots, I'm fragile!" she screamed, as the heroes chased her, their faces twisted with fury.

The supposed Demon Queen no longer looked imposing, but a battered scoundrel, still laughing through a face covered in bruises. Despite being half-battered, she still had the luxury of looking back and bursting into laughter. "I almost got hit in my good profile! Almost!"

Her audacity was endless. Suddenly, as she turned a corner, Lilit crashed into something as hard as a wall. She staggered, rubbed her forehead, and when she looked up... she froze.

A tall man, with a firm posture, watched her silently. His eyes were serene, his sword at his side, and an aura that cut through the air. The Sword Saint.

The heroes, upon arriving and seeing the scene, almost fainted from the shock. "Master... What are you doing here?"

Lilit, for her part, just smiled like a mischievous little girl who'd found salvation. With a jump, she hid behind him, poking her head out and sticking her tongue out at the group of heroes. "Bleeeh! You can't touch me anymore! Dad says no!"

And to top it all off, she slapped her backside a few times while laughing, imitating the most shameless mockery she could invent. The heroes, trembling with indignation, gripped their weapons... but none dared to move while the Demon Queen's father stood firm, without saying a word.