Chapter 156: Young Lilith XXVII
[WARNING: 18+, Dark Themes, Infant Harm]
*~young Lilith’s POV~*
"Oh darling, you’re not even worth killing..." I said coolly, my eyes flicking toward her precious newborns. "But these adorable little babies? Oh, they’re a different story."
Her face paled.
"What are you going to name them?" I asked, circling the bassinet like a predator. "Let me guess... matching names for matching little monsters?"
"Please..." she whispered. "Just leave. I’ll call for help."
I tilted my head, lips curling into a smile. "Oh? You mean your dear husband? Mmm, he’s a little busy right now." I chuckled darkly. "Busy holding my child. Yes. Your husband is with my baby ... my child is in his hands while you’re here playing mommy-of-the-century."
I reached down and touched the soft cheek of the baby with crimson eyes and a slight growl in her larynx.
The Luna flinched, her maternal instincts flaring. She moved to pounce.
But I was quicker. My claws extended with a shing, and she froze.
"Too slow," I said softly. "If it were my child in danger, I’d have run straight into the blade."
She gasped—stung—and I added, venomously, "But not everyone deserves to be a mother."
Her eyes welled with tears, and her face darkened. "Why are you doing this?"
"You stole my life," I hissed. "You helped destroy everything I had. My family, my name, my child’s future. So tell me, do you really believe you deserve happiness?"
Her lips quivered. "Please—"
"No," I cut her off. "You deserve pain. Death is far too easy."
And then, without hesitation, I drove my claw straight into the chest of the red-eyed infant. The baby gave a gurgled gasp as blood trickled from its tiny mouth. The Luna’s knees buckled.
"Gotcha..." I whispered.
The look on her face... priceless. She couldn’t even scream. She just collapsed beside the cradle, staring at her lifeless child in frozen disbelief.
"What... have you done?" she managed to choke out.
I smirked. "Something cute. But actually... I have a plan."
I knew what I’d done. I had killed a child.
But I also knew what came next.
Yes—I had the power to bring the baby back. Through dark magic. But first, I wanted her to feel it. Let that pain etch itself into her soul. Even if I wiped the memory later, the echo would linger forever. That was the best punishment.
I turned back to the child’s limp body. The blood was still warm.
"Versa," I whispered, placing my hand gently over its tiny chest.
Dark veins exploded across my arms and surged through the baby’s body. Blood gushed from my nose. My body trembled, but I didn’t stop.
"What are you doing?!" the Luna shrieked, trying to run toward me.
The magic flung her across the room.
And then—with a sudden gasp—the baby’s eyes flew open. The red was deeper now. Darker. Corrupted.
I stared, stunned but satisfied. I had done it.
I had turned this child into something worse than a Crescent.
I had resurrected a wolf through forbidden magic.
And since these were triplets, their bond was still pure. Still connected. So I did it—I tied all three to the only thing left that mattered to me.
My daughter.
Though my baby was less than 24 hours old, her soul was bright enough to bind with. As I completed the ritual, the moon shimmered in the sky.
The Luna turned, disoriented. "What... what are you doing?"
I looked up, blood still dripping from my nose, and grinned.
"I’m tying your babies’ destinies to my daughter," I whispered. "They will be her fated mates."
She gasped, her whole body trembling. "No..."
"Yes," I said, voice rising with euphoria. "One of them—no matter which—will belong to her. She’ll be your Luna. A human Luna... in your pack."
I let out a breathless laugh. "And no one can undo what I just did."
"And the funniest thing is..." I tilted my head, grinning down at her trembling body, "you won’t even remember this. Because I’m going to be wiping your pathetic little memory clean."
"You bastard!" she spat. "You monster!"
Her scream cut through the air like a banshee’s wail. She lunged at me with fury, her claws outstretched—driven by motherly rage. But I wasn’t fazed.
SLAP!
The sound of my palm crashing against her cheek echoed like thunder. She stumbled back and crumpled to the floor, clutching her face in stunned silence.
"You disgusting little Luna," I hissed, crouching beside her. "You should thank me. I can’t wait to see your expression—when you eventually discover that your perfect, royal triplet sons... are fated to be mated to a human."
I leaned in close, whispering like a snake.
"Except... my daughter isn’t even human. Not entirely." I chuckled. "She’s a natural-born Crescent. Powerful. Too powerful. More than your weak-bloodline could ever comprehend."
Her eyes widened with horror.
"But don’t worry—I did a little... trimming. Tweaked a few things inside her soul. I sealed off just enough to keep her hidden. Manageable. For now."
"Why are you such a monster?" she sobbed.
I paused, then narrowed my gaze. "Monster? Oh honey... you’ve forgotten something crucial."
I stood to my full height, towering over her like the shadow of her sins.
"Villains are made, not born. And you—you—are part of those who made me."
She flinched.
"Goodbye," I said coldly, turning away.
Then I paused mid-step.
"Oh wait..." I smirked, tapping my temple. "Silly me—I almost forgot the best part."
I walked back to her, slow and deliberate.
"I said I’d wipe your memory, didn’t I?"
She tried to crawl away, but I knelt beside her and gripped her trembling head between my hands. Her screams turned to panicked whimpers.
I whispered darkly, "Versa."
Dark light surged from my palms, flooding into her skull like ink in water. Her body convulsed once... twice...
Her eyes slowly lost their light as she collapsed to the ground, unconscious. I stood upright and wiped my hands clean—using her hair.
Disgusting Luna.
I stepped away from the room and cast one last gaze across the High House... and over the entire city of New Orleans.
I won’t return here—not until I find a way to bring back my family...The ones I betrayed.
And by then? My daughter will already be mated to the triplets.
Tied to their fate.... The one I made.
Perfect.
I can’t wait.