There are a few things in life that make you instantly question your existence.
Like realizing your crush from third grade married your cousin.
Or when you open the fridge, see a glowing eyeball in the egg carton, and it blinks at you.
But the worst?
Walking into the kitchen at 7:00 a.m. to find your demon stepmother dressed in a pencil skirt, sipping blood-orange juice, and casually saying:
"I’ll be attending Parent-Teacher Night with you."
I froze mid-chew.
"You’re... what now?"
Lilith smiled. It was the kind of smile that implied soone, sowhere, had just been cursed with uncontrollable flatulence.
"I’ve studied your mortal school protocols," she said smoothly. "Apparently it’s custom for guardians to et instructors and assess academic worth. I will ensure your dominance."
"Uh, first of all, it’s just... a check-in. Not an interdinsional duel."
"A duel sounds far more efficient," she said, flipping through my school’s newsletter with one perfectly manicured claw. "Why converse when you can conquer?"
I stood there in my rumpled hoodie, holding a bowl of soggy cereal, and wondered if it was too late to legally disown myself.
[Scene: Outside the Apartnt – 8:00 a.m.]
Lilith insisted on walking to school.
Not because she was worried about .
Because she said, "It’s vital the mortals see the full extent of your divine bloodline."
"I’m not divine!" I hissed under my breath.
She raised a brow. "You are the son of the man who tad ."
"HE FIXED YOUR INTERNET."
"That too."
The neighborhood fell silent as we walked. Every dog stopped barking. A baby on a tricycle stared in open terror. One old lady crossed herself and hurled salt at us.
Lilith took it as a complint.
[Scene: Horoom – Kazuki’s School]
The classroom buzzed with normal chaos. That is, until she arrived.
Lilith stepped in like a villainess from a reverse harem ani: high heels, tight blazer, and a confidence that could shatter glass.
Heads turned. Students gasped. One guy fainted against the whiteboard.
My best friend, Hiro, leaned over and whispered, "Dude... your mom is hot."
"She’s my stepmom," I muttered.
"Even worse. That’s a power dynamic kink. She’s an ani trope co to life."
Lilith scanned the classroom like a panther choosing her next al.
"Which of you teaches the boy with the crooked collar and anxiety aura?" she asked sweetly.
Mr. Sato, our math teacher and part-ti sadist, stepped forward nervously. "That would be ... Welco to—"
"I have so notes," she cut in. "Starting with your abysmal attendance records and the fact that you assign pop quizzes without proper demonic consent."
Mr. Sato blinked. "...Pardon?"
"Also," she added, her eyes glowing faintly red, "Kazuki’s talents are being wasted in calculus. You should enroll him in advanced rune linguistics or blood geotry."
I buried my face in my desk.
[Scene: Later That Day – Cafeteria]
"I think your stepmom might be Satan," Hiro whispered, wide-eyed.
"She’s not Satan," I said.
"Okay, she’s Satan’s boss. Is that better?"
Lilith had sohow been invited to sit in the faculty lounge. She politely declined and then used their espresso machine to summon a small fire spirit, which now hovered over her shoulder offering sugar cubes.
The school janitor was crying in the broom closet.
"I don’t get it," I groaned. "She’s supposed to be laying low, not announcing her eldritch resu to my teachers!"
"Bro, if I had a stepmom like that, I wouldn’t be complaining."
"You didn’t wake up to find her floating above your bed chanting in Aramaic because your room had ’low protection runes.’"
"She cares."
"She almost banished the family cat to another plane because it sat on her spellbook!"
"Well, cats are jerks."
Fair point.
[Scene: After School – Walking Ho]
The sun dipped low. I was ntally replaying every horrifying thing Lilith had said during the school tour. Including:
"Your gym instructor slls like goblin sweat."
"The vending machine is obviously cursed."
"I must enchant the principal’s office with a ward of fertility... wait, not fertility. I ant fire."
She strolled beside , hands clasped, humming so eldritch lullaby.
"So," she said casually, "did I do well today, son?"
"By what tric? Chaos? Intensity? Number of restraining orders triggered?"
"Your sarcasm is charming," she said, ignoring the panic in my voice. "But I saw the girls staring at you. That one with the pink pigtails nearly tripped over her own hormones."
I blushed. "Don’t analyze my classmates’ hormones, please."
"You’re coming into your own, Kazuki. You need allies. Harem formation is critical at your age."
"WHAT?!"
"Oh, don’t be shy," she teased. "I’ve already shortlisted a few. The shrine maiden, the angry honors student, and that mysterious girl who slls like ozone and betrayal."
"How do you sll betrayal?!"
"It’s a mother’s gift."
I was starting to think she didn’t understand the aning of "stepmother boundaries." Or "human laws."
[Scene: At Ho – Kazuki’s Room]
I flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling, hoping for peace.
Then Lilith knocked once, and without waiting, entered with a scroll.
"Here. Your training schedule."
I glanced at it. It was written in flaming ink. My Monday now had "Wand Sparring," "Succubus Negotiation Tactics," and "Demonic Fla Containnt."
"What if I don’t want to train to be a half-demon overlord?"
"You are what you are, Kazuki," she said, stroking my hair. "And when the old realms awaken, you’ll need more than sarcasm and breakfast cereal to survive."
Then, she winked.
"Besides... wouldn’t it be fun ruling the mortal plane with a harem of your own?"
She left before I could answer.
But I couldn’t stop smiling.
Damn it.
📢 End of Chapter 2
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