In a quiet penthouse high above the city, Lilith stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, arms loosely crossed.
The skyline stretched far beyond, lit by the soft glow of floating vehicles and layered digital billboards.
Inside the room, the lights were dim—smart-glow panels embedded into the walls gave off a warm, calming hue that subtly shifted with her breathing.
Everything was clean, quiet, and precisely arranged. Not a thing out of place.
She had just finished listening to Velmora’s report. Every word played back in her mind—Mr. Grayson’s rant, his twisted plan, his obsession with her. It didn’t shock her.
n like that always showed up eventually. But this one had taken it further. Using his own son. That was new.
Lilith let out a slow breath, her golden eyes reflecting the neon lights outside.
"I knew this would happen eventually," she murmured.
Her thoughts drifted back a few years to not long after she had adopted Ethan. She hadn’t told the others, but she’d felt sothing from the start.
A strange pull, like her blood, recognized sothing in him.
It wasn’t strong—just a whisper—but it had been enough to make her bring him into her ho.
The feeling didn’t go away. It got stronger. So, she decided to test it.
Using her race’s ancient bloodline ritual, she tried to see what was hiding inside him. But the ritual was dangerous.
If the person being tested didn’t have a bloodline, it could drain their lifespan.
She couldn’t risk that, not with Ethan.
So, she used her own mana instead.
It drained her more than expected. Enough that her illusion—a powerful spell that hid her real face and body—weakened. Not completely, but it is not sothing that can be fixed on that day alone.
But she never expected anyone to be able to break through it. Her illusions were strong—strong enough that only soone on her level or with a rare artifact could even begin to pierce them.
And yet, that night, soone had.
But she was still not worried as this alone could not an that soone could see her true appearance as she had checked, and there was no one more powerful than her.
This ans that it was due to an item, which ans that the item must have enough power to not only break the illusion but also ensure that the user’s eyes can see through her shield made with mana, which protects her and acts as the second defense.
So she didn’t think anyone saw. But sothing strange had happened. Her internal defenses, the kind that only triggered when soone looked at her true form without permission, had reacted.
That ant soone had seen too much.
She had brushed it off then. But now, thinking back, it all started making sense.
Soone had looked beyond the illusion.
She turned away from the window and sat down in a lounge chair near the table. Her tea was still warm, held in a temperature-controlled glass.
"Still tastes bitter," she said quietly.
Then the mory shifted—back to that sa night.
The venue was glowing with soft blue lights, and guests from all over the superpower world were arriving one after another.
The air was filled with calm chatter, light music, and the distant hum of floating security drones.
It was a formal gala hosted by the Superpower Association. Many were there just for politics. Others for fa.
But most ca for one reason:
To see Lilith perform.
The mont she stepped onto the stage, the entire room quieted. Her dress shimred like flowing starlight.
Her steps were soft, but every movent pulled eyes toward her. When she stood in front of the mic, there wasn’t a single sound.
And then she sang.
Her voice wasn’t just beautiful—it was unreal. People forgot where they were. The world blurred.
Even the strongest minds in the room had to take a deep breath just to stay grounded.
But soone in the back wasn’t breathing at all.
Mr. Grayson.
He stood near the refreshnt bar, pretending to sip wine. He wasn’t here for politics. He didn’t care about the Association. He ca for one thing—Lilith.
He had heard about her. About her beauty, her power, her charm.
But he didn’t believe in fairy tales.
So he brought a necklace, which was his family’s heirloom.
A small, plain-looking silver charm with a dusty gem in the middle. The Truth-Seer’s Charm.
Passed down through his family. It lets the wearer see through illusions—nothing fancy but useful.
He wanted to use this to see Lilith’s true face and see who she really was as he did not believe that this was her true form.
He activated it the mont she stepped on stage.
At first, nothing happened.
Then, as Lilith poured her mana into her song—still weak from the ritual she had perford earlier that day—her illusion flickered.
Just for a second.
And the necklace reacted.
The gem flashed once. Then cracked.
And then shattered completely.
In that mont, Mr. Grayson saw her.
Not the illusion. Not the version the world saw.
Her true form.
The flawless face. The perfect curves. The divine charm that no mortal was ant to witness.
It hit him like lightning.
Every thought, every sense—gone.
His knees buckled. His drink slipped from his hand. His breath caught in his throat.
He stared like a man who’d seen a god.
And then ca the shockwave.
A faint ripple of power spread across the room. It was invisible. No one else noticed. But it was real.
Lilith’s built-in defense.
Her body’s natural reaction to soone seeing what they weren’t supposed to.
It hit the necklace first—completely erased what was left of it.
Then, it passed through Grayson, deep into his mind. Not enough to kill him. Just enough to mark him.
From that mont on, he would never see the world the sa way.
Not love.
Not desire.
Obsession.
It is a deep obsession, similar to what believers of gods have when they first see their god, but then the obsession changes.
His mind becos obsessed with her, not only with her, but he also becos obsessed with getting her, and it does not matter how many obstacles he has to go through.
It does not matter if they are her family, friends, or acquaintances or if he needs to hurt her family or those close to her.
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