President visibly confused "I thought you'd be a lot more concerned that Liam got taken however you did nothing, you waited for me to come to you about something that affected you directly?
She just sat there and cleaned junk out of her fingernails as she murmured "Mmm" her guards were visibly offended but did not act without permission. Liam was seen as almost a God. A prophecy of the perfect genetic anomaly Lilith had spent an entire lifetime grooming and he was stolen… right under their nose by one man.?"
The President's voice was quiet but razor-sharp. "Isn't he your greatest creation?"
Lilith, lounging arrogantly on her throne, merely waved her fingers.
"Oh, stop. Liam is my little princess. He's broken in all the right places. He'll come back to me — he always does."
A smug smile curled on her lips. "I made sure of that… when I raised him."
The president paused, then spoke.
"But regardless, with Mr. N stealing that monster we need a monster of our own."
Lilith:
"Again?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't you have your ten little Elite Gua—"
Tssk.
Before she could finish, a blur cut through the chamber.
A sharp gust blew past her guards.
They didn't even blink before it was over.
V stood in front of the throne now, one arm gripping Lilith's throat, his robe barely fluttering. Her eyes widened, caught between fury and fear, heels dragging slightly as he lifted her halfway off the ground.
Her guards reached for weapons—
Too late.
Vercingetorix , still silent, squeezed just enough to remind her she was mortal.
His voice, calm and venom-laced, finally emerged from beneath the hat:
"Give us your best warrior. Stop playing games, you disgusting perverted creature."
The guards froze. The tension cracked like thunder in the air. They didn't want to attack and strike their queen who was a hostage.
Lilith coughed, struggling to breathe, mascara smearing as her false dignity dissolved in real-time.
The president looked onwards slightly disappointed as he facepalms. 'Even prodigies are idiots..'
Lilith:"You… are… adorable.."
Lilith made a slow, deliberate hand sign — a twisted, serpentine gesture that seemed to draw the shadows closer, curling like smoke around her fingers.
Almost instantly, darkness slithered up V's spine, clutching him with nasty, disgusting claws. It felt like a rusty nail grinding its filth relentlessly into his spinal cord, paralyzing him with a pain that was both physical and otherworldly.
His body betrayed him; his legs began to buckle beneath the weight of the unseen force. Before he could collapse, His president was already behind him, pulling him back with steady hands. "Don't bite off more than you can son. Your only like 18 arent you? Dont rush to di-"
He claps back. "You underestimate my power." As V's eyes begin to change he stares at Lilith he imagines her a wall he can easily overcome. Lilith feels the energy as she whistles in excitement. The president stops him again as he grabs and puts his hand in front of him.
"Your power doesn't matter to someone who doesn't fight by your rules. No matter how strong you are you can't punch the sun. Remember that"
She turned her gaze toward Mr. President, eyes glinting.
"After you win your little presidency war, give him to me for thirty minutes."
Then, without ceremony, she tossed a small, silver key toward the Prince.
"That's the key to Rafael's chains," she said, as if handing over a housecat. "My concubine son. Take him."
Her tone dropped to false sweetness.
"Presidentttt, Thank you for understanding. I'm sorry if I was a little mean, okay? You know I'm a little dramatic sometimes and I don't often get visitors. So I had to entertain myself a little. I already planned on giving you Raf for your Presidency battle."
President looked disturbingly annoyed however hid it, simply catching the key with one hand, gave a slight bow, then turned.
"It's okay Lil, I understand."
As Lilith looks at Elite Guard rank 3 "V" She touches her throat smiling at the pain she's in as she blows him a kiss "I'm sorry for what I said about Elite Guard rank 10. When you grabbed me I could tell you were angry about it. If you need any help or funds with the burial I'd be willing to donate!"
As the two left the throne room, the golden doors sealed behind them as it shuts off the voice of Lilith telling V "When you're done with your presidency battle, pay me a visit and oh carry your little-" the door slammed.
They walked in silence through the dim corridors. As they go through the door past the forbidden garden. V simply whispered beneath his voice "I'm very disappointed in you sir."
The President cuts him off "Trust me kid you haven't seen disappointing yet, wait until we pay a visit to eastern europe."
5 minutes passed as they walked to the next big compound, but when they approached the building, V stopped.
Without facing him, he spoke in a cold, flat voice:
"I won't go in there."
Mr. President paused.
He didn't ask why.
He simply nodded and entered alone.
Behind him, V stood still—unmoving as faint, muffled cries echoed from within the building.
Back inside the throne room, Lilith adjusted her robes and massaged her bruised throat.
Her elite fighters, standing guard at her sides, finally spoke up.
"Are you really going to give up Rafael?" one of them asked.
Another leaned forward, suspicious.
"He's your only concubine child with strong blood. If they figure out what he is—"
Lilith chuckled, brushing back her hair.
"It's fine. I'm playing the long game. Raph isnt that strong anyways. His ceiling is rather low his body is fucked up bad."
She sat back down on her throne, a wicked calm returning to her.
"Let them believe they're ahead. Let them believe they've made progress."
One of the guards narrowed his eyes.
"But it's only two of them. If we attack them, we could capture, torture, and force a better deal—"
Lilith raised a finger.
Her pupils shrank as her nails glowed purple with arcane light. She murmured an incantation, and a ghostly energy pulsed from her body.
Reality pulled back.
Her vision soared high above the island, cutting through distance and fog.
Until—
"There," she whispered.
Standing silently on a cliff several kilometers out, half-shrouded in an invisible cloak that fluttered unnaturally despite no wind—was a presence.
The Presidents Elite Guard Rank #4 – Letter "G" for Ghost.
He wasn't moving. He wasn't watching.
He was waiting.
Lilith's eyes twitched.
"It's not two of them," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else slightly worried.
"It never was."