Fifteen minutes in the real world felt like an hour in the hallucination. As a result, deia was forced to endure her painful past.
She lay on the cold snow, her fingertips frozen and her skin turned pale. Her lips were trembling because of the coldness, but that was the only reaction she showed at the mont.
She didn’t cry or get mad.
She was just lying there, feeling the cold snow that slowly froze her whole body.
"You know what, Lilith?" The voice sliced through the silence, venomous and mocking. "You look far more beautiful when you’re obedient like this."
Lucifer knelt beside her, his cold hand brushing over her hair. He grabbed a strand and brought it to his lips, kissing it with his disgusting lips.
"See? You’re so much better when you stop fighting. That way, you can live leisurely as my queen in hell."
Live leisurely?
deia almost laughed at the absurdity of his words. She was indeed the queen of hell once, but leisurely was the last thing she could associate with that title.
The only thing she rembered about being his wife was pain and sorrow, an endless cycle of tornt that stripped her of her dignity, her freedom, and her happiness.
"Let’s hope you keep this kind of attitude when I free you a century from now," Lucifer said as he pushed her head into the frozen ground. "Rember this, you’re nothing more than my slave."
deia didn’t say anything, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at him with empty, hollow eyes.
Just like she always did.
Before she finally succeeded in taking Lucifer’s throne, deia had always pretended to be submissive in his presence, carefully concealing her true thoughts.
After being betrayed by one of her minions, she had concealed all of her plans from others.
She played the role of the obedient queen flawlessly, enduring every humiliation, every tornt, as she silently plotted her revenge.
Her silence wasn’t a weakness. It was a strategy.
[Host, do you still rember where you are?]
She was trapped inside a hallucination mutant ability.
She didn’t have to be silent in order to take revenge.
As Lucifer walked away, deia finally moved her eyes toward his back. She murmured, "Fuck you."
[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-Points.]
She ignored the system’s voice. The emptiness in her eyes slowly faded as she fought the trauma response her body had given in to.
She had been obedient for centuries, bearing all the pain in silence. But why should she fear him now?
He wasn’t even real in this world. And even if he were, he had severed all ties with her the mont he killed her.
deia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as her anger began to crawl from her heart.
She refused to let this illusion, no matter how vivid or cruel, reduce her to the broken doll she once was.
"Lucifer," deia forced herself to stand, ignoring the biting cold that seeped into her skin. "Maybe this version of you don’t know this yet, but in the future, I managed to claim your precious throne."
She summoned the abyssal sword, its dark. Taking a step toward him, she continued, "Yes, you eventually killed . But let tell you sothing, the only reason you succeeded was because I let you."
"I was bored in hell, tired of dealing with your pathetic gas and your insufferable behavior. So when you ca at , I didn’t even bother fighting back. It wasn’t because you were stronger." deia smiled. "But it was because I was done."
deia’s grip on the sword tightened as she tilted her head. "And you know what? Thanks to you, I finally found soone far better than you. He’s more handso, kinder, and loves to spoil to death."
Her eyes lit up after she talked about Lucian. "This might sound strange, but I’m glad you killed ."
The hallucination was only stealing fragnts of her mories, recreating the sa scene like a poorly written script.
Everything seed so real, but still, it lacked the authenticity of her true nightmare.
It couldn’t fully replicate the true power of the demon king, nor could it adapt when deia chose to deviate from the path of her mory.
But did that even matter?
As long as he wore that face, deia couldn’t help but want to punch him.
Standing before him now, she dropped her sword, only to pivot and drive her knee into his stomach.
"You’ve no control over anymore, you motherfucker." deia kicked him again, then slamd his body onto the frozen ground. "A worthless bastard like you should’ve stayed rotting in hell where you fucking belong, you piece of shit."
[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-Points.]
[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-Points.]
[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-Points.]
[Host, you haven’t cursed like this in the past few—]
"Shut up, you annoying bitch."
If the system could breathe, it definitely gasped when it heard her insult.
[Host, you can’t insult the system!]
[Foul language detected! Penalty -100 C-Points!]
Instead of getting angry, deia flashed a wide smile. "Deduct my points all you want, I’m not collecting them for fun."
She had anticipated a mont like this, and she knew more than anyone else that cursing was one of her great passions.
Therefore, once she collected so many C-Points, she used it to curse all she wanted.
[Host, the system warns you to stop.]
"Or what?" deia clicked her tongue. "You want to deduct my points? Go ahead, I don’t give a damn anymore."
[You’re not thinking straight, Host.]
[You need to calm down.]
"Calm down, my ass." deia slamd her fist into Lucifer’s face, hard enough to make his nose crooked. "I’ll calm down after I beat the shit out of this bastard."
[Host, this is just your hallucination! If you interact too much with the subject of the hallucination, it will take you longer to escape.]
"Good." deia grabbed the demon’s long hair. "Because this piece of shit needs a long lesson to understand that he’s nothing more than a heaven’s trash."
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