The first two weeks in my new existence passed in a blur. I played the memory loss card whenever anyone questioned my strange behavior or lack of knowledge. It worked well enough, though I caught Lilith watching me with an odd expression from time to time.

Today felt different. An unfamiliar sensation gnawed at my lower abdomen - not quite pain, but an emptiness that yearned to be filled. The feeling wasn't overwhelming, but its presence nagged at the edges of my consciousness.

I sat in my chambers, absently running my fingers along the silk sheets. This body didn't require food or drink, so what was this strange hunger? My "parents" still insisted on family dinners each evening, but those were more for conversation than sustenance.

The door opened and Lilith glided in, her dark hair flowing behind her. Her crimson eyes fixed on me, and a knowing smile spread across her face.

"Ah, I see it's finally starting." She sat beside me on the bed.

"What's starting?" I shifted uncomfortably.

"That emptiness you're feeling - it's perfectly natural. All succubi experience it when they reach maturity at eighteen." She brushed a strand of white hair from my face. "I was getting worried since you fell into the coma right as you turned eighteen. I feared it might have affected your development, but it seems it was just delayed."

My stomach dropped. "Can't I just... ignore it? There must be some way to suppress these feelings."

Lilith's expression turned serious. "It's our nature, dear. Fighting against it isn't wise. Yes, there are temporary methods of suppression, but those aren't long-term solutions." She squeezed my hand. "You need to learn to live with these urges before you can even consider controlling them through other means."

She stood, smoothing her dress. "I'll need to discuss this development with your father. We'll need to decide how to handle your... new needs."

I gulped, uncertain what that meant for my future.

I stared at the lavish spread before me, barely touching the exotic dishes that would have seemed impossibly decadent in my previous life. My... parents sat across from me, deep in discussion about my condition.

"She needs proper guidance now that her urges have awakened," Lilith's voice carried a note of concern. "The Academy of Infernal Arts would be perfect for her development."

Lucifer's brow furrowed. "She just woke up after five centuries. Shouldn't she stay with us? There's so much lost time to make up for."

I picked at my food, torn between the options. The palace library could hold answers about my situation, maybe even a way back to my real body. But constant supervision would make research difficult. The Academy might offer more freedom, though I had no idea what to expect there.

"My love," Lilith reached for Lucifer's hand. "She needs to learn about her powers, her instincts. The Academy specializes in teaching young succubi. And more importantly, she needs friends her own age."

"She can learn here, with private tutors," Lucifer protested, but I could see his resolve weakening.

"In isolation? That's no way for a young woman to grow." Lilith's eyes softened. "Besides, Moira teaches there now. She can keep watch over our daughter."

I remained quiet, watching their back-and-forth with fascination. Despite their demonic nature - well, Lucifer being a fallen angel technically - their concern seemed genuine.

"We could send her incognito," Lilith suggested. "Let her make real connections without her status getting in the way."

Lucifer sighed, a sound that carried centuries of giving in to his wife's persuasion. "Very well. But I want regular updates from Moira."

"Of course, my love." Lilith's smile was triumphant but gentle.

I lounged on the plush velvet chaise, trying to find a comfortable position despite my new body's curves. The morning sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting crimson patterns across the marble floor.

Anastasia hummed a tune as she poured steaming tea into a delicate porcelain cup. The aroma of exotic spices wafted through the air.

"I'm so excited for you, Princess." She handed me the cup with a bright smile. "The Academy was the best time of my life." She giggled. "The friends you make there last centuries."

I took a careful sip, letting the warm liquid calm my nerves. "What did you study?"

"Oh, I majored in torture!" Her eyes lit up with enthusiasm that made my stomach turn. "I wanted to work at the mint - you know, where they forge Soul Coins? Such a fascinating process."

The tea suddenly tasted bitter in my mouth. I remembered reading at the Palace's library of how souls were crushed and moulded into currency, the victims eternally conscious inside their metallic prisons. My hands trembled slightly, but I forced them steady.

"Really?" I managed to keep my voice neutral.

"Yes! Making those worthless mortals actually useful for once." Anastasia straightened a pillow with practiced efficiency. "But then the palace offered me a position, and well... serving the royal family is quite the honor. I couldn't refuse."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The casual cruelty in her voice brought back memories of my human life, but I wasn't in that world anymore. This was Hell, where suffering was currency and compassion was weakness.

"Though sometimes I miss it," she continued, dusting an already spotless shelf. "The screams were quite musical once you got used to them."

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I clutched my teacup tighter, barely stopping myself from shouting in horror. But I couldn't afford such reactions. Not here, not as a princess of Hell.

No one in this realm would understand or care about mortal suffering. To them, humans were resources at best, playthings at worst. And I had to pretend to share that view, or risk exposing myself as more than just an amnesiac princess.

"What about the Academy itself?" I asked, desperate to change the subject. "What's the campus like?"

Anastasia's face brightened. "Oh, it's magnificent! Hell has such diversity in its demon population. Each type needs different education." She perched on the edge of a nearby chair. "Even imps have their own schools, though they're quite basic - poor dears are at the bottom of the hierarchy."

I leaned forward, genuinely curious. "Different departments?"

"Indeed! Some demons focus on combat training - the wrathful ones especially love that. Others study politics, dark magic, or torture." She caught herself. "But you'll be attending the Academy of Infernal Arts - it's perfect for succubi."

My stomach dropped. "What exactly do they teach there?"

"Everything a succubus needs! Seduction, pleasure arts, manipulation..." She ticked off points on her fingers. "They even have courses on political intrigue and magical enhancement."

The teacup trembled in my grip. Seduction? Pleasure arts? My mind - still very much Liam's - recoiled at the thought. How could I possibly learn to seduce anyone in this female form? The idea of intimate relations as a woman made me want to hide under the covers forever.

But my new body had other ideas. A familiar emptiness gnawed at my core, a hunger that whispered promises of fulfillment. The succubus part of me practically purred at the thought of attending those classes, as if assuring me everything would feel natural.

I shifted uncomfortably, the conflicting sensations of mental reluctance and physical eagerness creating a confusing mess of emotions.

"Are you alright, Princess?" Anastasia's brow furrowed with concern. "You've gone quite pale."

"Just... nervous about school," I managed to say, which wasn't entirely a lie.

I sat at my vanity while Lilith brushed my long white hair, her movements gentle yet precise. My stomach churned with anxiety, but not for the reasons she assumed.

"Remember darling, you're to be Lily Nightstar at the Academy. A regular succubus albeit from a wealthy family - nothing more." Lilith's fingers worked deftly through my locks. "No one can know you're a princess or a pureblood."

I nodded mechanically, but my mind wandered to Anastasia's cheerful description of the curriculum. Seduction. Pleasure arts. My inner self - still very much Liam - recoiled at the thought.

"You seem tense, my dear." Lilith's warm hands squeezed my shoulders. "It's natural to be nervous before your first day of school."

If only she knew the real reason. The words caught in my throat - should I tell her the truth? That her daughter's body housed a different soul? My eyes drifted to the door, remembering the screams that had echoed through the palace halls when Lilith "disciplined" a servant who'd disappointed her. The warmth in her eyes, I realized, was reserved solely for her family.

No, better to keep quiet and pray I could maintain this facade without compromising what remained of Liam's dignity.

The door creaked open and Anastasia bustled in, her arms laden with a towering stack of books and supplies. My eyes caught glimpses of the titles as she set them down: "All About Seduction", "Infernal Kamasutra"... I nearly choked.

Some relief came when I spotted normal textbooks mixed in - mathematics, history, alchemy. At least not everything would revolve around... that.

Lilith waved her hand, and the entire pile vanished into a ring on her finger. She slipped it off and handed it to me. "I've packed some suitable clothing as well. Nothing too extravagant - you're meant to blend in, after all."

I barely registered her words. The reality of what awaited me at the Academy crashed down like a wave. This wasn't just school - it was training to become everything my former self had never imagined being.

My new body's instincts hummed with anticipation, but my mind screamed in protest. How could I possibly survive this?

Lucifer stood tall and dignified in his flowing black robes, though his usual stoic expression wavered. "Take care, my daughter." He wrapped his arms around me in an embrace that felt both foreign and comforting.

"Goodbye... Father." The word still felt strange on my tongue.

Lilith raised her hands, crimson light dancing between her fingers. Her appearance shifted - her striking features softened, her height diminished, and her midnight hair lightened to brown. Even her horns vanished.

"Can't have anyone recognizing the Queen of Hell dropping off her daughter at school." She winked at me.

With a flick of her finger, the palace chamber dissolved. My stomach lurched as reality twisted, then reformed into a sprawling underground cityscape. Obsidian spires stretched toward a cavern ceiling far above. Rivers of lava cast an orange glow across the black stone buildings. The air carried a sharp, sulfurous tang.

I watched Lilith's casual display of power with keen interest. Could such magic be the key to returning to my old life? To my real body?

"We're far enough from the palace now," Lilith said, adjusting my collar. "Remember darling, there's nothing to be nervous about. I'll write to you every week to check how you're settling in."

We walked through winding streets until reaching an imposing building of black marble. A tall woman with auburn hair waited at the entrance, her posture elegant and assured.

"Ah, you must be Lily." She smiled warmly. "I'm Professor Moira. Your mother has told me so much about you."

"A pleasure to meet you." I managed a small curtsy, hoping it looked natural.

Lilith touched Moira's arm. "May we have a word?" They stepped aside, their voices muffled due to spell mother cast.

Anastasia squeezed my hand. "You'll do wonderfully, Miss Lily. The Academy is quite pleasant once you get used to it."

When Lilith and Moira returned, my... mother... pulled me into another embrace. "Be good, darling. Study hard." She stepped back, linking arms with Anastasia. With another gesture, they vanished in a swirl of crimson smoke.

I stood beside Professor Moira, feeling very alone and very far from home.

Moira turned to me once mother disappeared. "Listen carefully, Lily. I'm the only one here who knows your true identity as Lilith's daughter. If you have any sensitive matters, please come to me directly."

Her formal demeanour softened. "And when we're alone, drop the 'Professor.' Just Moira is fine - anything else would make me uncomfortable given your... status."

"Do you have any questions before we head inside?"

I shook my head, still processing everything that had happened. The weight of maintaining this deception pressed down on me.

"Very well." Moira gestured for me to follow. We walked through polished obsidian halls, our footsteps echoing off the stone. "Usually our dormitories house four students per room, but I've arranged something more... private for you."

She lowered her voice. "Even though the Academy maintains strict non-discrimination policies between students, your mother requested some special arrangements. I managed to secure you a room with just one roommate instead of three."

We climbed several flights of stairs before reaching a long corridor lined with doors. Moira stopped at one marked '413'.

"Remember," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "not a word about your heritage to anyone." She pushed open the door.

The room was spacious, with four beds despite being meant for just two occupants. A girl with short black hair was already there, unpacking her belongings onto one of the beds. When she heard us enter, she spun around with a bright smile that lit up her purple eyes.

"Oh hi!" She bounced over, radiating enthusiasm. "I'm Ariasielle, but please call me Aria. You must be my roommate!" Her eyes widened as she looked me over. "Wow, you're absolutely gorgeous!"

"Thank you," I stammered, caught off guard by her directness. "You're very beautiful yourself." The words felt strange coming from my mouth, but they weren't untrue - she had a striking figure that drew the eye.

Moira observed our interaction for a moment, then nodded, apparently satisfied. "I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Remember what we discussed, Lily."