A strangled noise left her throat as she quickly grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight. "No, no—Human Doll, shh, I’m here," she whispered, her voice cracking as she brushed his damp hair back.
His breathing grew uneven. His hands clenched the sheets as his body trembled violently.
"Sebastian!" she called, panic creeping into her tone. She never called him that. But right now, she didn’t know who she was reaching for—Alexander? Gray? Ray?
She just needed him to wake up.
Tears burned at the back of her eyes, but she refused to cry. Instead, she pressed the ergency call button frantically, almost breaking it. "Doctor!!" she shouted.
He was gasping now, chest rising and falling too fast. His lips parted like he wanted to say sothing, but the only sound that escaped was a weak, broken breath.
Lilith clutched his hand, pressing it against her cheek. "Shh, I’m here. Just wake up. Please..."
The machine started beeping erratically.
A second later, the door burst open.
"He’s convulsing!" the nurse exclaid.
The doctor rushed in, checking the monitors. "He’s unstable!! get a sedative!"
Lilith didn’t move. She just held onto his hand tighter.
Because no matter what happened, She wouldn’t let go.
The devil who never cried in her entire lifeti.
The one who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist, who smirked at the suffering of her enemies, who never wavered even when bathed in blood.
She was crying.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, warm and foreign. The feeling of wetness against her skin felt unnatural, wrong. If the lords and demons of the underworld saw her now, they would be shaken to their very core. The infamous devil queen, Lilith, crying? It would be unbelievable.
And yet, here she was—sitting at the edge of his bed, her body trembling as she clutched his hand, watching his pale, lifeless face.
Her human doll.
In such a short span of ti, he had sohow chained her. Not with magic, not with power, but with sothing far more dangerous—emotions.
She wasn’t even sure herself why she had such strong feelings for him, why the re thought of losing him made her feel like her soul was being ripped apart.
Why did her chest ache so much?
Why did she feel like she couldn’t breathe without him?
The Lilith she once was would have laughed at the idea of love, of attachnt. But now?
Now she was shaking.
Now she was breaking.
****
Sebastian’s small feet padded across the long hallway, his tiny hands balled into fists at his sides. His heart pounded in his little chest.
He was so tired of being alone.
Of being ignored.
Of being left behind.
"Mommy!" he called out, running towards the big sitting room where she always entertained guests.
She was there his mother.
She looked so beautiful, wearing an elegant dress, her hair pinned perfectly, her soft smile directed at the people around her.
But not at him.
Never at him.
Sebastian hesitated.
His tiny fingers curled around the hem of his shirt as he stood at the entrance, watching.
She was talking about charity again.
About the poor children she was helping.
"They have no parents, no ho, no future... I just want to do my best for them," she was saying softly.
Sebastian bit his lip.
What about , Mommy?
I’m right here.
He wanted to run to her.
To hold her hand.
To ask her to play with him.
To tell her about the book he read today.
But his feet wouldn’t move.
Because he already knew what would happen.
She would smile at him—politely.
She would pat his head, tell him to be a good boy, and then she would turn away.
Back to the others.
Back to her charity.
Her work.
Her important things.
And Sebastian...
Sebastian would still be nothing.
His little hands tightened into fists.
He turned on his heels and ran.
Ran away before she could push him away again.
Before she could pretend he wasn’t right there, waiting.
He ran past the maids, past the long hallways, up the grand staircase.
He ran and ran until his chest burned.
He slamd the door to his room shut and sank onto the floor.
His heart ached.
It always ached.
He just wanted soone to see him.
To care.
To tell him he was important.
But no one did.
Daddy was always working.
Mommy was always saving other children and animals.
And Grandma...
Grandma only ever wanted to fix him.
To make him perfect.
To mold him into the perfect Carter heir.
She forced him into classes—piano, etiquette, business lessons, fencing, languages.
He had to be smarter.
Stronger.
Better.
"You must be flawless, Sebastian!"
"You are a Carter! You have no right to be weak!"
"Your father does not have ti for a useless child!"
Her voice rang in his ears even now.
Sebastian hugged his knees, biting his lip.
I just wanted to play, Grandma...
I just wanted to be a kid.
But he never got to be.
Because he had to be flawless.
Because if he wasn’t...
Then maybe...
Maybe they really would throw him away.
Just like he always feared.
****
In the endless abyss of darkness, he felt sothing.
A voice.
Familiar. So familiar.
It called to him, soft but strong, wrapping around him like a rope, pulling him forward. He wanted to follow it, to reach it, but sothing held him back—mories.
mories that weren’t his.
mories that didn’t belong to just one person.
Flashes of Alexander, Gray, Ray...
But who were they?
Who was he?
His mind was fractured, pieces scattered like shattered glass, and he didn’t know which piece belonged to him.
Was he Alexander? The cold, sharp businessman?
Was he Gray? The quiet figure who stayed in the shadows?
Was he Ray? The playful, carefree kid who never grew up?
Or was he... soone else entirely?
Nothing felt real.
Everything was swallowed by the overwhelming emptiness.
A void that felt familiar.
A void that felt like ho.
And then...
"Sebastian!"
A voice suddenly broke the silence, like a spark in the dark. The quiet around him shook, as if the air itself had been disturbed. It wasn’t just a sound—it was strong, sothing that reached deep inside him and pulled him back from nothing.
The darkness around him cracked. A small line appeared, slowly spreading, breaking the emptiness he had known for so long. He had been lost in silence, stuck in a place where ti didn’t exist. But now, sothing changed. The quiet world around him was breaking, like glass under pressure.
For the first ti, he felt sothing.
It started small, moving through his body. His fingers twitched, a strange feeling that shocked him. His breath caught, his chest tight, as if he had forgotten how to breathe. His body, asleep for so long, was slowly waking up.
Then, everything went dark again.
•••••
"I have the perfect candidate for this role, Director," Nina said confidently, her eyes shining with excitent as she looked at the man across from her.
Across from her, the mature yet sharp-eyed director of The World of Mortal smiled mockingly, amusent flickering in his gaze. He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "And yet, you’re still unsure if she even wants the role, aren’t you?" His smile deepened as he shook his head. "anwhile, I’ve already found soone better."
Nina’s eyes widened. "No, Director, I know she’s the right choice! She fits the role perfectly. She looks like a seductive demon, exactly like what’s described in the script! Her aura, her face—"
The director cut her off with a chuckle. "And yet, the woman I have in mind isn’t just acting the role. She is the character."
Nina’s brows furrowed as she tapped her manicured fingers against the table. "Who is this woman you’re talking about, Director? I need to know."
The director leaned back in his chair, smirking slightly. "She’s gone viral recently, her voice is srizing, her presence unforgettable. She’s exactly what I envisioned for the role."
Nina’s frown deepened. "What do you an by viral? There are so many people trending every day, what makes her so special?"
The director chuckled. "Oh, you haven’t seen? It’s all over social dia. A mysterious woman at the Lake Event played the piano and sang. The way she held herself, the way she captivated the crowd...it was like watching a siren lure in her prey. She’s not just beautiful; she has the aura of the character."
"Director," she said, her voice smooth but firm, "let’s do this fairly. Auditions. Let your mystery woman audition against my choice. Let’s see who embodies the role better."
The director chuckled. "I like your confidence, Nina. Fine. We’ll hold auditions... but don’t be surprised when you lose."
After eting with the director, Nina returned to her hotel room. She tapped her fingers against her phone screen, irritation flashing in her eyes.
Goodness! Lilith wasn’t even replying to her ssages.
She had read the script a dozen tis by now, and every ti she imagined that role, it was Lilith’s face, Lilith’s voice, Lilith’s aura that fit it perfectly.
If Lilith took this role, there was no doubt this movie would be a blockbuster.
But that stubborn woman hadn’t even given her a response.
Nina exhaled sharply and typed another ssage.
[Nina: Lilith, if you don’t pick up, I swear I’m camping outside your place.]
Still no reply.
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