That day, Katerea didn't bring food.
She didn't sit with him.
She stood in the center of the room, wings folded, expression unreadable.
Katerea:
"Anthony. Come here."
He rose immediately.
Always did.
Leaving Without Knowing
She placed a hand on his shoulder.
Anthony:
"Are we going somewhere?"
Katerea:
"To meet someone important."
He smiled.
Anthony:
"If it's with you, that's fine."
Space folded.
Lucifer's Castle
Cold stone.
Overwhelming pressure.
Anthony gasped-not from pain, but from weight.
This place crushed the air itself.
He instinctively stepped closer to Katerea.
Anthony:
"...Where are we?"
She didn't answer.
Massive doors opened.
The throne chamber was vast.
And waiting-
Lilith.
Beautiful. Terrible. Untouchable.
Her gaze fell on Anthony.
She didn't blink.
She stared.
Like one would stare at something rotten that refused to decay.
Katerea lowered her head.
Katerea:
"Lady Lilith."
She stepped aside slightly.
Katerea:
"This is the boy."
Anthony bowed awkwardly, unsure of etiquette.
Anthony:
"...Nice to meet you. I am Anthony, y'know"
Lilith laughed softly.
Lilith:(thoughts)
Y'know huh.
Lilith:
"Nice to meet you, young boy. I am Lilith"
She placed a hand lightly on Anthony's shoulder.
Lilith:
"Come. I'll show you around."
Anthony stiffened at first-then relaxed.
Her touch was warm.
Motherly.
He followed her without hesitation.
The Castle
The halls were endless.
High ceilings carved with ancient sigils.
Pillars wider than houses.
Anthony stopped more than once.
Anthony:
"...This is a home?"
Lilith smiled.
Lilith:
"Yes."
She watched his reaction carefully.
Anthony:
"It's bigger than the forest."
The words were spoken in awe, not exaggeration.
Lilith's fingers twitched.
Lilith led Anthony into a quiet chamber lined with ancient books and murals.
Lilith:
"Sit."
He obeyed immediately.
She took a seat across from him, crossing her legs gracefully.
Lilith:
"Do you know anything about us and our history?"
Anthony:
"I don't know"
Lilith:
"This world is ruled by devils."
Anthony listened closely.
Anthony:
"Like... monsters?"
Lilith:
"No. Devils are a race-proud, ancient, born from power and blood."
She gestured to a mural showing noble devils.
Lilith:
"Strength defines worth here."
Anthony nodded slowly.
Anthony:
"That makes sense."
He didn't realize how much it condemned him.
The Four Satans
Lilith raised her hand, and four symbols
appeared in the air.
Lilith:
"Devils are ruled by the Four Satans."
She named them one by one.
Lilith:
"Lucifer. Leviathan. Beelzebub. Asmodeus."
The name Lucifer echoed strangely in Anthony's chest.
Anthony:
"They're... kings?"
Lilith:
"More than that."
Her eyes sharpened slightly.
Lilith:
"They are absolute."
The 72 Pillars
She waved again.
Seventy-two crests surrounded them like a constellation.
Lilith:
"These are the 72 Pillars-the noble bloodlines of devils."
Lilith:
"Each family traces its lineage back to the original devils."
Anthony stared in awe.
Anthony:
"So many..."
Lilith:
"And each one values bloodline above all else."
She leaned forward.
Lilith:
"To be born powerful is destiny."
Anthony swallowed.
Lilith:
"My husband is one of the Four Satans."
Anthony looked up.
Anthony:
"Really?"
She smiled-proud and cold.
Lilith:
"Satan Lucifer."
The room went quiet.
Anthony absorbed the name.
Anthony:
"He must be... incredible."
Lilith watched his face closely.
Lilith:
"My husband is not merely a Satan."
Anthony looked up.
Lilith:
"He is the King of Devils. The strongest among them."
Anthony's eyes widened.
Anthony:
"That's... amazing."
Lilith nodded, satisfaction flickering in her gaze.
She turned toward a mural at the far wall.
A figure carved in obsidian-radiating dominance.
Lilith:
" We have a son."
Anthony:
"You do?"
Lilith smiled proudly.
Lilith:
"Yes."
She spoke the name clearly.
Lilith:
"Rizevim Livan Lucifer."
Lilith:
"He is the strongest devil in history."
After few minutes later-
Lilith raised her hand.
A tall mirror formed from dark crystal, its surface smooth as still water.
Lilith:
"Come here."
Anthony hesitated, then stepped forward.
The First Look
The surface rippled-
Then cleared.
Anthony froze.
A boy stared back at him.
White hair, messy and untamed.
Sharp silver eyes.
A face both beautiful and tired.
He reached out slowly.
The reflection did the same.
Anthony:
"...That's me?"
Lilith watched closely.
"Yes"
Lilith turned from the mirror and walked toward the far wall.
With a slow gesture, a hidden panel slid open.
Inside was a framed image-old, powerful, preserved by magic.
Lilith:
"This is my family."
Anthony stepped closer.
The Image
A man stood at the center.
Tall.
White hair like moonlight.
Silver eyes that seemed to pierce even the painting itself.
On one side-Lilith.
On the other-a younger devil, overflowing with power.
Anthony's breath caught.
He stared at the man.
Then instinctively touched his own face.
White hair.
Silver eyes.
His hands trembled.
Anthony:
"...He looks like me."
The words slipped out before he could stop them