This story happens in a world in the middle of a big war. The Demon Queen, the last survivor of her species, gave a start to her plan of domination. Cities, villages and even kingdoms fell on her hands. She left a trail of chaos and despair whenever her army went. As the kingdoms started to wonder how to deal with her, she kidnapped the princess of the biggest kingdom in the region. That started the flame of war.

However, together with armies that attacked the Demon Queen stronghold, most of them not even making a scratch on her walls, another smaller group of warriors reunited. Led by the daughter of the hero who slaughtered the Demon King in the past, the small army marched between the kingdoms engulfed by the flames of destruction, facing several adversities along the way, with their eyes on the Demon Queen’s stronghold. The heroine carried the legendary sword her father left to her. Bathed in the blood of the Demon King, it was sharper and more powerful than any common sword in the world. The prince, whose marriage was promised to her, travel together to support his fiance, fighting alongside her.

This story doesn’t belong to these brave warriors who faced several perils to fight for the sake of the world. This story doesn’t belong to the Demon Queen, who tried to change the whole world with her own hands. Instead, this story belongs to a single, ordinary, human girl.

But this story doesn’t begin in the war. Instead, we should go back to two years prior the princess kidnapping. To a desolated village in a remote area, to the east of the kingdom. There our protagonist lived since she was born, never putting her foot outside the borders. She was a sixteen years old girl called Lyneth Starmis. An ordinary girl by all means. Not too short, not too tall. Slender body, but nothing that dragged people’s attention.

But it wasn’t her body that people noticed more about her. Nor her voice, that rarely escaped her lips anyway. Or her long brown hair, usually freely floating in the wind. It was her eyes that caught everyone’s attention. Shiny green eyes, like emeralds hiding behind the glass of her glasses. Combined with her childish face, it gave her an innocent and inoffensive look. And since she talked little and complained even less, the image of a little angel who could do no harm to anyone was the impression she gave everyone.

And that was perfect. She couldn’t ask for more. Because it was the further away from the truth as it could.

Lyneth didn’t talk much, but not because she was shy or trying to be a good girl. She was just bored. She was bored since she was a little kid. There wasn’t much to do in that village, so she always tried to improvise. What no one dreamed about it that the little angel that they always praised was responsible for the most devilish actions.

It might be hard to imagine that such a sweet girl could ever do anything wrong. Since this is her story, we should lea a few of her past achievements. Of course, that's just a little part of her life of pranks.

Seven years old, she drank spoiled milk by mistake. Next morning, the milkman found the rest of his milk mixed with fresh blood. Where she got the blood, that’s a mystery. And no one found out she was the one who did it.

Ten years old, a pack of wolves traveled close to the village. Everyone was afraid and no one went outside. No one except the little angel, who, hiding from the village people, made a trail of meat that brought the pack to the center of the village. She laughed as the men of the village tried to make the pack go away, believing they planned to attack their families. Their legs shaking as cowards. Of course, her prank was never found out.

Twelve years old, she promised a kiss to a boy who said he loved her. Only if he bring her a doll, she said, the same doll the daughter of the village's chief had. The boy was caught trying to steal it. He cried and said it was Lyneth’s plan. Of course, no one believed. The chief's daughter liked him and gave him the doll, asking the villagers to forget about it. When he gave the promised toy, and the little angel threw it in the mud, saying she was furious about his betrayal. Of course, the boy never got his kiss. Of course, the girl never planned to give it anyway. And the truth was never found out by anyone else.

And that was Lyneth Starmis. Although no one knew that.

But with sixteen years, she wasn't the same little devilish girl she was all her life. In fact, if there was ever a time she could be called an angel was after her fifteenth birthday, like suddenly maturity hit her and said she should stop being a brat.

Not that it helped in her boredom.

She lived with her father, on the tailor shop plus Inn he opened. There wasn't an Inn in the village, although she always thought an Inn in a place no one visits was useless. Still, her father concluded that someone could need it one day, so he opened two rooms of their already big house for that. They rented it once, twice, sometimes even three times a year for an occasional traveler who just happened to lost their way there.

The tailor shop, though, was a success. What made sense since there was no one else making clothes in the village. The population was less than two hundred people, after all. And the merchants, while coming with a certain frequency, always asked as much money as they felt their time wasted getting there was worth.

And Lyneth’s father was a good tailor. What was definitely a good thing, since he was bad at everything else.

All this is important because Lyneth story started there, in the same shop she spent most of her days, behind the counter, dealing with the boring requests her boring neighbor made.

It started on a winter afternoon. Lyneth liked cold days. Almost no one showed up on those days. It was still boring. But better being bored than annoyed. That day, though, there was an unexpected visit.

It was easy to recognize travelers in the village. First, because she knew everyone already. But also because most of the people living in the village were bland people who would hardly impress anyone. And the woman who entered the shop that afternoon did impress Lyneth. As much as that was a rare thing to happen.

With her long red hair, shining like rubies. A tall body with curves that didn’t belie the form of a mature woman. Her skin wasn’t white as most girls in the village. It was darker. Kinda like the men who made labor under the sun. Although it didn’t seem like the consequences of the sun in her but her natural form. Her black eyes scrutinized the small shop, as the frills of her black dress fluttered with her movements.

Lyneth fell in love with the stranger. Better saying, it wasn’t love. You need to know someone before love them. Lyneth desired the woman. She felt an attraction she never did for anyone before in her life.

Romance never mattered to her. She had some female acknowledges, most that thought of her as a friend, although the feeling wasn’t mutual, and she had heard a lifetime worth of love stories between the girls and the boys from the village. She never cared for them. The boys were gross and she never thought about even touching them. Kissing was out of question.

She had thought that maybe kissing her female friends would be more interesting but never had the desire to do it either.

So, while for most girls she knew, the thought of being attracted by someone of her own gender would make them confused, for her it was just a meaningless detail. Being attracted to someone, anyone, was confused enough. It actually made more sense that she was a female. Lyneth didn’t think a boy could ever be that attractive.

The woman probed the shop with her eyes. She was gorgeous, no doubt. But for some reason, Lyneth also thought she was kinda cute. She looked lost there, and she wouldn’t be surprised if soon the woman would start crying like a little kid.

But she didn’t.

Still, it rose inside Lyneth a wish to tease her. Or at least, talk with her. What might sound like the natural thing to do with a client, but being Lyneth, it was all but natural.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think we can help you, madam ”, she said. The woman looked at her. Just those dark eyes examining her face was enough to make Lyneth more excited than she ever did before.

“I’m sorry?” the woman approached her counter while saying it. Even her voice sent chills through Lyneth’s body. She had a mature tone, but a melodious voice.

“We don’t have clothes for goddesses”. She said it with no trace of shame.

The woman smiled. Her smile, again, setting a whole wide of reactions to Lyneth’s body and mind that she never felt before. The woman tackled the counter surface with her short nails, painted in a dark red.

“I'm not interested in clothes…”

“Me neither” Lyneth’s eyes wandered through the black dress the woman was wearing.

With a smile on her face. The little angel’s smile, feigning innocence.

“I'm looking for a room.” The woman said, ignoring Lyneth’s words. “You run an inn as well, right?”

“It’s just an old room, but yes, dad rents it. Although, even without the inn, I could invite you to sleep with us.”

“Thanks, but I would rather pay for it.” she threw a little stone on the counter. It shined yellow on the light of the day. “Is that enough?”

It was a small stone. But it was still gold. As such, it was even more than enough.

“With this, dad would happily sell the whole room, madam. And would throw me together as a bonus.”

The woman smiled. There was something really exotic in her eyes as she did it.

“I'll just take the room, thanks.”

“That hurts”, Lynette said, but a smile covered her face.

***

The bad thing about running an inn that no one rents is the fact that, if there's no reason for that anyway, you even forget to keep it clean. It was Lyneth’s work to keep the rooms clean. And of course, she would rarely do it. So when they finally had a guest, she was forced to hurry and prepare everything.

The woman, that gave the name Lilith, with no surname, said she would take a walk on the village until the night, so she had time. Still, as she cleaned, she couldn’t stop thinking about their guest. She had never met anyone who caught her attention like that before. She couldn’t stop thinking about the woman’s voice and body. While tidying up the room, she wished she could see Lilith sleeping there that night. With her night clothes, that if she wore clothes at all to sleep. Lyneth really wished to see that.

So she did.

That night, she opened the door of the guest’s room without any warning. Lilith was preparing to sleep, on her black underwears. She turned to Lyneth, moving her red hair away from her eyes. Lyneth watched her half-naked body. Her breasts were bigger than most woman in the village but still beautiful. Her slender body showed a lot of curves outside the black dress.

“Dad said I should see if you need anything.” Lyneth’s sleeping clothes looked quite childish. A pink shirt and pink shorts made of silk. That was because she had a sudden growth sprout at twelve. Most of her clothes from then still suited her, so she had a lot of childish, cute clothes her father made that time. “Some company, for example.”

Lyneth’s heart pondered as Lilith walked to her and touched her face.

“It's cold.” Her face was serious and cool. “I could use another body on the bed.”

Her face was close. So close that Lyneth inclined her head forward, closing her eyes and opening her lips. But Lilith retracted two passes and put her finger on Lyneth’s mouth.

“Not that, though.”

“S-Sorry.” For the first time, maybe in all her life, Lyneth was flustered. It wasn’t like her doing embarrassing things by impulse like that. Although, Lilith didn’t seem to care that much.

“You have a girlfriend or something?” Lilith’s tone was cool, sounding almost uninterested. But yet, even that gave Lyneth shivers. She could just shake her head. Her previous action was still weighing on her. “Fine, then. Let me be clear. You can lie down with me, but nothing more than that.”

But the bed they shared wasn’t that big. At the end, the ‘nothing more’ had to exclude touching, as their bodies couldn’t stop making contact. Lilith lied with her back to Lyneth, who had her eyes wide open and wouldn’t be able to sleep soon.

Lilith’s back bore a well-defined curve on the bed. Her bra firmly tied around her body. She probably didn’t sleep with it usually, though. And Lyneth hoped she still wouldn’t do it now. Her golden skin gave off a pleasant scent; So close that Lyneth felt like she would go crazy.

“C-Can I…” Her voice shaking. It had never happened before. All that was an entirely new experience for her. “Can I at least touch you a little?”

No answer at first. Lyneth thought she was sleeping...and even wondered if she should touch her anyway...but soon the guest voice came out.

“Can’t help yourself, huh? How old are you, little girl?”

“S-Sixteen…”

She made a long “huh” as if considering something, or implying something.

“I’ll allow it...Don’t be so naughty, though. I’ll tell if you’re trespassing your boundaries.”

Lyneth gulped. She didn’t think the other woman would actually allow it. And it was way too easy. Still, she was happy, although a little nervous. That feeling was new, and it wasn’t really pleasant, but it wasn’t bad either.

She touched Lilith’s back with her finger. A feeling just like electricity ran through her body. She could feel Lilith, her heat, her skin and the meat behind it. Lyneth opened her hand and pressed her palm on the woman’s back. It was humid. She could feel the sweat on her body.

It was all so exciting, she felt her own body reacting to it.

Her hands moved to the side of Lilith’s belly. Most people were tickling there, but the woman didn’t even move. In fact, she wasn’t reacting to any of that, it was actually kind insulting. But she kept doing it. She herself was too excited to stop.

She touched the woman’s abdomen. Feeling her soft belly. Soft and warm. Her fingers making contact with the soft skin still send shivers through her own body. Her hands started going down...and even lower...lower...until she felt Lilith grabbing her hand.

“Hu-uh.” She said, in a cool voice. “Not there.” After a pause, she added: “Don’t even try up, either.”

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Lyneth smiled. Of course, that was her plan, but she didn’t think she would get away with it anyway. Feeling the woman’s body was nice, though. And that alone was enough to keep her happy.

She grabbed Lilith’s belly, pressing her entire body against the woman on a hug. Letting her head bury itself in her long red hair, feeling the sweet and exotic smell coming from them. Lilith smelled like a traveler. Like the faraway lands that Lyneth would never meet. But it was comfortable, just being there, just holding her.

So, Lyneth fell asleep, feeling more at peace than ever before in her life.

***

Lyneth wasn’t a heavy sleeper. She would always wake up for any silly reason. She liked it. Being alert to everything was practical. And that day too, she woke up to find the door being closed as Lilith walked through it.

It was still night, and it was cold. She remembered her clothes were in her own room. Going back to it would mean losing track of Lilith. Her decision was obvious. She took her glasses from the desk and tailed the woman. As soon as she went out of the home, the cold winter’s wind slapped hard against her bare legs. Still, there was Lilith’s silhouette ahead of her, so she kept walking.

The guest had her black dress. She intended going out, maybe from the very beginning. Lyneth felt like she was going to regret all her life if she let the woman go and never see her again. She wanted to feel again how she felt that night. Even if she had to stalk the woman forever. She didn’t care about home or family, anyway. Run away from boredom was more important.

They walked to a forest. The dense forest to the north of the village. There were stories about that place. They all contradicted one another, but all had the same message at the end: “never approach that ominous place.”

Of course, to Lyneth it was just stories meant for children, so they wouldn’t get lost. Even then, she had no reason to go against them before. She did challenge a boy her age to go inside once. He came back crying about something that she didn’t care to listen since she had already lost interest in it.

Lilith stopped at the center of an open area. It was as if the trees made that stage for her to stand. Lyneth hid behind a rock. At this point, her legs had lots of bruises from the tree’s branches and thorns. Bleeding even. She didn’t care, even though it was stinging.

“That’s not very kind. Letting a lady waiting.” Lilith said to the dark. And, surprisingly, the darkness answered.

“A fine lady shouldn’t walk through this place alone at night.” It was a croaky voice. Lyneth almost didn’t get to hear it.

“I don’t like talking with a disembodied voice. It would be chivalrous of you to show up.”

“I fear soon I’ll be disembodied for real, but fine…” A shadow emerged from the darkness of the woods. It was an old man, with almost no hair, wrinkled face and of short stature. It looked almost like a walking corpse. He put all his weight on a walking stick made of wood. “What brings such a lovely lady in front of such a dreadful creature?”

“I need something. Something kept deep inside this forest. And, as far as I know, it’ll be faster if you help me. You’re supposed to be guarding it, right?”

“And what makes you think I’ll give you the something I gave all my life to hide?”

“I said it’ll be faster if you help me. But I don’t really need you. You can help me, make me be in a debt with you, and I’ll take that off your shoulders, so you’re free. Or you can defy me, lose anyway, and who knows what kind of fate will fall upon you.”

“I fear you came two hundred years late, my lady. I don’t care about freedom anymore. All I have now is the duty of guarding the destiny of this entire world...the entire universe, even. And you’re asking me to give up on that. For what? Who are you, anyway?”

“Just a witch. A witch with a dream, if I can say it like that.”

“And what grand thing could you give me to make me abandon the job I was entrusted through all my life, may I ask? Maybe I can’t stop you, but I can still delay you. So, if I don’t have a good reason...”

“Sometimes you don’t need a big treasure, old man. Simple things are the pleasure of life. Say...two hundred years, right? So, haven’t you felt the touch of a woman through all these decades? That’s something every man desires, right? Aren’t you tempted?”

“You tempt me with sex? You hope I’ll abandon my duty for such a frivolous thing?”

“Of course not. I think you’ll get to keep living and get some pleasure after two centuries of servitude. Otherwise...you can just die.”

From where she was, Lyneth could hear everything, but couldn’t see Lilith’s face. So she couldn’t see the cruel smiled forming on her lips.

“You’re making such an offer, my lady. I must say, you must be desperate.” The old man eyes examined the woman’s body without moving from his place. Lyneth felt nauseous seeing the lust on his face.

“Oh, no. Not me. You don’t want me. I’m older than you think. I have a more...fresh gift for you.”

She raised her hand.

Lyneth screamed as she felt like a force had suddenly held her body and pulled her toward the two figures in the woods. She tried to fight it, but it was useless, as she was held above the ground.

She landed beside Lilith, that pressed the hand on her arm. Even though she was surprised and a little scared, what was again a new experience, her body still reacted with the other woman touch.

Lilith made a gesture above Lyneth’s wrists and she felt like there got tied up on something she couldn’t see. She couldn’t move them.

“Here.” She said then, looking at the old man. “Fresh meat. She's only sixteen. Her skin is soft and nice to touch. She's even a virgin.”

The old man glared at Lyneth. She felt like puking as his eyes crossed over all her body.

“Pretty eyes.” Lilith kept saying, ignoring Lyneth’s pale face. “They're like emeralds. She looks like an angel, but I can see she's more than that. She'll probably scream and cry, but I know men like that too.”

“She has great legs.” the old man said, looking at her exposed legs full of bruises.

“Yeah…” Lilith put her hand on Lyneth’s tights and squeezed it. Even though Lynette was scared, she still moaned with her touch. “Nice to touch, even…” She whispered in the girl’s ear, sending shivers through her body.

The old man had his eyes on her all the time. Lyneth wished he would turn Lilith’s offer down. Or that Lilith killed him. It didn't matter what.

Still, he nodded, with lust in his eyes, and turned to the forest interior.

“I'll take you through the fastest route, my lady. Then I ask for some time alone. You can even take the girl after that, she'll just be a bother. Just give me one hour or two, to compensate for two hundred centuries.”

Lilith shrugged and looked to the terrorized face Lyneth made, her green eyes almost tearing up behind her glasses.

Lilith smiled. And it seemed like the cruelest thing she could do then.

“Men, right?” she said and pulled the girl along through the forest.

***

They walked through the dense forest. Lyneth’s bruises stinging. But even more than that, fear and disappointment by the betrayal she suffered. Not that it was even a betrayal since she was the only one who felt anything.

Actually, her fear was starting to dry and being substituted by pure anger. Thoughts about how to avoid the gross old man started to pass through her head. She had time. And that was everything she needed to scheme.

Lilith’s hands pulled her by the wrists. She still thought they felt nice after all. Maybe direct her anger and lust at the same person could be a nice experience.

“I would give myself to you. I really loved you”, she said in a low angry voice.

“You gave yourself to me. I gave yourself to someone else. Don't see the problem. I do whatever I want with things that belong to me.”

Now, Lyneth thought that maybe it was her plan all along. Since the moment she allowed them to share a bed. In fact, now that Lyneth thought about it, Lilith was walking too slow while being tailed.

“And don't talk about love”, Lilith said again, after a brief pause. “You know nothing about love. You can't love someone you just met hours ago. That's called lust.”

The cold air of the night was still chastising her bare legs. And Lilith forcedly pulling her through the dense woods didn’t help. She couldn’t watch where she put her foot, what meant her skin was bleeding by all the sharp vegetation she had made contact with. The slippers she was wearing were meant to be used indoors. In her hurry to catch Lilith, she hadn’t searched for more appropriate shoes.

They walked for a long time through the treacherous path. Lilith and the old man didn’t seem to be affected like Lyneth. Maybe being a witch, if that was even true, Lilith knew some tricks to protect herself. And the old man, having lived two hundred years in that forest, probably knew everything he needed to walk easily.

They stopped. Lyneth put her hands on her knees and started to breathe hard. Lilith released her wrists, but she still felt glued to the ground she was put on. She glared at the woman’s back. A desire to crave her nails on her skin filled her mind. It would be exciting. Also painful. Would her screams of pain be as sexy as her voice?

“Are we there?” She asked the old man. They were in front of a big rock blocking their passage. Although they could keep going circling through the rock’s side.

“Almost, my lady. But it’s not going to be easy. Say, how much your powers work against real demons?”

Lilith seemed surprised. And the old man’s eyes seemed to examine her face.

“A demon? Why a demon?”

“A trophy from the war, my lady. It was violent and dangerous, but we were stronger. Be careful, It doesn’t even know what it’s doing anymore, nor he can difference ally from foe. It will just attack everything it sets its eyes.”

As Lyneth wondered what they were talking about, the big rock started to move. Not just moving, but metamorphosing. From its rocky hard body, limbs formed, giving it long arms with big claws on his hands and long, muscular legs. It also changed the color from grey to black, and a head with red eyes and long horns became visible. It looked more like a giant bull who could stand on two legs. It was bigger than most of the trees around them. The old man and Lilith looked like two children compared to its size.

The demon ignored the old man and walked to Lilith’s direction. Lyneth knew that if the woman died, she would be the next. It raised his claw and brought it down against the small body on its front.

The claws stopped mid-air when Lilith raised a hand in front of it.

She waved her hand, and suddenly it was as if the creature started to boil from inside. It retreated two steps and its body was shaking. Belly vibrating unnaturally. Agony stamped on its face.

Until it finally imploded, like something opened it from inside. Blood splashed through all the area. Dark blood. Some fell on Lyneth’s face and glasses, but most of it sullied the old man and Lilith’s body.

The woman raised her hand and moved the hair plastered with blood from her face. Her red hair covered by the muck.

The old man had watched everything in silence and looked impressed. But also suspicious.

“Was that it?” Lilith said, with coldness in her voice.

“That was...impressive...for a witch.” The old man eyes kept analyzing her as if studying her expression.

“That was a weak demon. Maybe years of waiting weakened it. So, it’s here, right?”

She walked into the space the demon, or rather, the rock left behind. Behind it, Lyneth could see a big tree, looking as old as the man guiding them, or more. But her vast leaves still of a dark green, giving it a lively look. In the middle of the gigantic trunk, branches entwining together, forming a kind of natural cage. A faint red light could be seen inside it.

“Will you break the seal?” she asked, looking at the big tree. “I could do it, but with my abilities, it can take some time.”

The old man looked at her in silence. There was a mysterious, puzzled look in his eyes.

“I'll do it…” his eyes looked behind Lilith, where lied Lyneth, unable to move on the ground. “Give me the girl first.”

Lilith made another movement with her hand and, with a surprised gasp, Lyneth’s body came to her again. The girl tried to fight it again, but it was useless.

“Break the seal first.”

The old man shook his head.

“You’re strong, my lady. If you decide to go back on your word, no much I can do. Just give me the girl with the nice legs and the seal is broken.”

Lyneth looked at Lilith’s stern face and, although with difficulty, put a defying smile on her face.

“You still has a chance to do it right, madam. Don't do that.”

She almost amended a ‘please’ at the end, but her pride won at the end, and she thought it wouldn't help much.

Still, Lilith faltered. Her grip on Lyneth’s got stronger and the girl saw a slice of hope.

But in the end, Lilith murmured an inaudible ‘I'm sorry’ and pushed the girl away. The old man put his hands on her back and pulled her closer.

He pressed her bare legs with his fingers, making her retract in disgust.

“Very nice legs, indeed. You must run fast, my angel.”

“You can have fun later. Don't worry, she's still bond and won't go anywhere. ” Lilith said, with no patience. “First, keep your word.”

“Of course, my lady, of course.”

The old man turned to the tree and raised his cane in the direction of the cage made with branches. He said something in a language that Lyneth didn't understand and a red flash came from inside the cage as the branches opened and let a small red rock out. It fluctuated slowly and landed on the old man open hand.

From the anxious look Lilith made, that was exactly what she wanted. She extended her hand, waiting for the rock, but the old man didn't turn.

“Say, my lady. Why you needed the seal broken. As a human, it should be easy to go beyond it. It's only here to protect us from demons.”

Lilith clenched her teeth. Lyneth could see she was annoyed by her eyes.

“You take me for a fool and a pervert, my lady. I'm offended.”

The old man turned his cane in Lilith’s direction. The same instant, two tree branches wrapped around her two arms. She gave a surprised scream as another branch made a circle on her neck. From the ground, a large root erupted and wrapped around her legs. She raised her head and glared at the old man with fury in her eyes.

Lyneth just watched everything in confusion. She realized she could move again, but didn’t move away from her place.

“You’re the children of the Demon King, right? The only survivor. I heard about you.”

Lilith’s eyes became red and her face distorted with an angry expression as she said, with a threatening voice.

“Call me Demon Queen, you miserable little man. Think you can hold me forever? When I’m out, you’re dead!”

She tried to move her body but didn’t have success.

“I know I can’t hold you forever. But I’m two hundred years old, my lady. I didn’t spend all this time fooling around or being a perverted fool like you take me for. You’ll escape eventually, but that will take time.” He turned to Lyneth, still frozen in her place. “Come here, girl.”

Even though she avoided getting close to him almost as much as she could before, now she walked without questioning. Not that she trusted him, but she didn’t know what to do and the whole situation was too surreal.

Still, getting closer, she started to walk at wary steps.

“What are you afraid of? I’m not going to do anything to you. I don’t think I could, even if I wanted. I’m more than two hundred years old, you know.” the old man gave a bitter smile.

As she entered in his field of action, the old man shoved the stone he had got from the cage tree on her hand, while still holding the crane with the other hand. She looked at him, doubt in her eyes.

“This little stone is the essence of the strongest Demon King that ever existed. The one who conquered this world once. I fought against him together with my companions. It was hard, but we emerged victoriously. He was this woman’s grandfather.” He pointed to Lilith.

Lyneth still looked at him confused. She lowered her gaze to the stone on her hand.

“You do have fine legs, girl. I supposed you can run a lot. I can hold this demon for weeks, maybe even months. But someday she’ll escape. I need you to take this stone. Take it to the kingdom, to the king, to a hero. You need to make sure it’s somewhere safe. Because, while it’s a useless stone for humans, at the moment this woman put her hands on it, it’s all over. She’ll have power enough to hold the entire world in her hands.”

Lyneth still hesitated. Her eyes going from the stone to the old man and Lilith.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.” The old man said, with a comforting smile. “I couldn’t fight her by myself, so I played along. Go, girl. The fate of the world is in your hands.”

“Right…” Lyneth said finally, looking at the stone on her hand. Then she raised her head to Lilith. “Before that, though, I want to say goodbye.”

There was bitterness in her voice and on her steps as she walked to the place Lilith was rooted on. The old man tried to stop her but gave up as she ignored him. The black dress was torn where the roots grabbed her, and Lyneth could see the woman’s bare leg through it.

She grabbed the woman face with her own hands and pulled it close to her own face. She smiled. Lilith kept a defiant expression on her face, not giving it to the girl’s provocation.

“But even after everything, what I’m feeling didn’t change. So I want a taste at least…”

She pulled the woman’s face and kissed her lips. Her first kiss. Lilith’s lips were warm and soft. It felt good. As she moved her head back and looked at Lilith’s face, the expression on her face was still the same.

“Did you hate it? That offends me.” She said, smiling mischievously.

Lyneth glanced behind her and the old man was trying to deviate his eyes from the scene.

“I’m sorry…” She said, looking back at Lilith. “I’m still not satisfied.”

This time Lyneth grabbed her by the waist and pulled her whole body closer. Being more daring. At the end, she was kissing a demon anyway, so it probably wasn’t wrong or immoral to take advantage.

“And try to keep your eyes closed this time. It’s our goodbye kiss.”

Her mouth encountered Lilith’s lips again. This time she used her tongue as well, feeling the demon queen’s tongue against her. She wondered if everyone had a tongue so warm or if it was different because she was a demon. She pushed it with her tongue and slipped her hand down on the woman’s back.

It was good. It made her excited. And, as she stopped the kiss and looked at the demon’s face, she could see this time Lilith had a face as flushed as her own.

She smiled.

Lilith smiled, too.

“Are you done having fun?” The old man asked, uncomfortable with the whole situation.

Lyneth turned to him. There was an impish look on her face as she smiled and said:

“I’m sorry, grandpa. I think I lost it inside her…”

“What are sa…” He started but stopped as Lilith’s eyes became bright red and she moved her arms, breaking the branches entangling her and pulling the ones on her neck.

She easily moved her feet and escaped from the roots chaining her on the ground too.

“How?” The old man asked, confused. “That’s…”

Lilith smiled. A cruel smile. And there, between her teeth, glowing red, the stone he had entrusted to the young human girl. Lilith closed her mouth and swallowed it.

“You…” He said, looking at Lyneth. A frightened expression deforming his old face. “What have you done? You know you...You just doomed this entire world. Why?”

Lyneth smiled. She turned to Lilith’s direction and kneeled before her, holding the demon’s hand and planting a kiss on its back.

“My Mistress. Let me be by your side, as you burn this entire world down.”

The old man gave two steps back.

“You… you’re crazy… Your family...your friends...They’re all going to suffer because of that. You could be a hero! But now…”

But Lyneth ignored him completely. Her eyes didn’t want to turn away from the woman in front of her. The woman that raised her hand in the direction of the old man and said, with a dark tone:

“Old man, it’s been two hundred years, now. Thanks for your hard work. But now it’s time to rest and let it go. This world doesn’t concern you anymore.”

He opened his mouth. But after a moment of silence, the only words to came out from it was: “I give up”, as he closed his eyes and relaxed his body, waiting the blow that would put an end to his life.

But that’s not important anymore. This story is not about the old guardian. This story is about Lyneth, a normal human girl.

This is not a story about how she saved the world and became a hero. It’s not a story about her suffering in times of war and the tyranny of a cruel demon queen. This is just a story about love. A love that’s neither evil or good, but had the power to overcome both.