Lilith's lips curled into a smile after she noticed that he was getting more interested.
All along, she had been subtly guiding the conversation, answering his questions while strategically presenting information that seed highly confidential but was actually common knowledge in hell.
By doing this, she portrayed herself as honest and trustworthy individual, tactics that Devils had honed since their dealings with humans revolved around striking contracts. This was why Devils were often referred to as having a "silver tongue."
In myths, they were often portrayed as scary beings when summoned, but in reality, they took on the appearance of normal humans to establish a connection .
After all, no sane human would make a deal without trust between the parties involved.
She touched her chin and muttered to herself, 'The best way to handle him is to cooperate, a give-and-take scenario,'
Lilith knew that Reign was exceptionally intelligent, maybe even more so than her in certain aspects.
This was evident from how he had flawlessly rewritten the contract, even managing to put her at a disadvantage in their dealing. A feat that could not be achieved by re luck alone.
Soone like him, in her opinion, could be the best ally or the worst enemy—only a fool would choose the latter if it could be avoided.
"May I offer you so wine?" she inquired gracefully, presenting a bottle of the finest vintage that had cost her a sum of 250,000 credits.
"I don't have a stomach," he shook his head.
Technically, he did possess one, but consuming wine that couldn't affect him was pointless.
If she had offered her maids in a plater instead, perhaps then he might reconsider. Knowing himself, he would eat them just because he could.
"Understood. Please, don't mind ," she replied, pouring herself a glass.
With an elegant movent, she swirled the wine, noting its rich color and viscosity like a connoisseur.
She sipped the wine delicately, savoring its taste with a delighted expression.
Her movents conveyed sophistication, adding an air of refinent to the atmosphere.
He watched her closely, reluctantly admitting to himself that she looked quite stunning, especially when she licked the side of her lips with her long tongue.
There was a certain charm to a woman who could twist and twirl her tongue like that.
But he didn't quite understand why he found it appealing, lacking experience in such matters, but sothing inside him acknowledged it as a desirable trait.
After drinking the whole glass, she t his gaze directly. The unique purple hue of her eyes held a subtle power of its own.
"Now, where were we?" she inquired while gathering her thoughts.
"Primordial devils," he responded.
"Thank you... Where to start…," she trailed off, beginning to form the sentence in her mind.
"Primordial devils are the very first devils that existed. They existed at the sa ti as the archangels," she started, explaining their ancient origin.
"Continue," he ordered, intrigued.
She nodded, her voice steady and thoughtful, "Primordial devils are said to embody the oldest and most pure form of darkness , and…. . "
"Cut the narrative. Get to the point," he interjected firmly.
Her smile faded slightly at his interruption. She nodded, adopting a more serious tone.
"So basically, Archangels are the oldest and most powerful force of light, while Primordial Devils represent darkness—two opposing forces. But after our defeat, Hell sealed itself off to prevent total annihilation " She paused, her gaze drifting montarily as if lost in thought, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes.
He noticed the shift in her facial expression but he didn't care about the sad story replaying in her mind. He was a man eating monster, not a psychiatrist, so he didn't give a damn.
"I'm sorry, I just rembered sothing," she apologized. "Where was I again?"
"The part where your kind got beaten to crap by the angels," he responded..
Her expression tightened briefly at his rude words, finding them sowhat insensitive, but she understood his lack of empathy. After all, it was a history he had no personal stake in.
She sighed quietly, steering the conversation back on course.
"As a result of our loss, angels were able to exert greater influence over the human world because we are completely sealed off. . " She added.
"Completely sealed off? So there were no more devils in the human world after the war?"
"Yes," she nodded .
"And all this happened before demons even existed?"
"That's another thing. Demons didn't originate from Hell; humans just mixed our two races together, painting us as villains" she explained, her tone tinged with frustration at their unjust portrayal.
"But you do look the part. Horns, dark aura, that long, flexible tongue—if evil had a look, it would probably be you," Reign remarked bluntly.
She was montarily speechless, caught off guard by his rude observation.
'Why do I feel like sotis I'm talking to a genius, and other tis to a child?' she wondered silently. He was just too downright honest.
"First of all, Devils don't eat humans. We don't need to do that like demons do," she clarified firmly.
"Not needing to eat humans make you not evil ?. I don't need to eat humans either, but I'm pretty sure I'm evil," he countered.
'Is he testing ?' She pondered, sensing sothing off in his words. 'Alright, I'll be patient for now,' she decided silently.
"You make a valid point. So devils are evil, just as so humans and angels are," she retorted, pouring herself another glass of wine.
"True, but your na literally has 'D-evil' in it," he pointed out, testing her patience.
"That's the angels propaganda. They may appear holy, but they're more cunning and deceitful than devils," she replied, drinking her wine, and pouring another.
He sighed inwardly. 'I don't really care who's good or evil. I'm pretty sure I'll be the evilest after a few years,'
She was trying so hard to defend her race while talking to soone whose Plan A and Plan B were to kill everything in sight.
Does he has a Plan C?
Of course!.
His Plan C was to let humans go for a couple of years to repopulate the planet, and then feed on them again, rinse and repeat.
"So, about the Primordial Devils and the garden again? Can we get back to the topic?" He interjected , sensing the need to refocus the conversation.
His earlier comnts had been a test of her character, and she had passed. Now, he was ready to be more serious.
Collecting herself, Lilith stated firmly, "I want your assistance to access the Garden and obtain the 'Seed of Knowledge', so that I can beco a Primordial Devil."
"I expected as much. But what's in it for ?"
"A path," she replied confidently.
"A path to what?" he inquired, genuinely curious.
"To attain the sa power as Primordial Devils. " she declared with confidence.
"I thought that was exclusive to devils?" he wondered aloud.
"It's not necessarily the case. " She shook her head. "The origin of the 'Seed of Knowledge' goes far deeper and predates the existence of both Angels and Devils. Its power is beyond anything you can imagine,"
"Go on, I'm listening," Reign said, leaning forward on the desk with his elbows and resting his chin on his hands.
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