I stretched lazily on my bed, enjoying the silken sheets against my skin. A month had passed since our cave adventure, and life in hell had settled into an almost comfortable routine.

My fingers traced the edges of Lilith's ring as I reflected on recent weeks. Between classes, intimate encounters with Isabella and Aria, and my continued research, time had flown by faster than I'd expected. The thought brought a slight frown to my face - I hadn't meant to get so... comfortable here.

"Still refusing those orgies?" Aria's voice drifted from her bed.

"Yes, and I'll keep refusing."

"But you gave in to the heels," she sing-songed, pointing at my feet.

I glanced down at the black stilettos I wore. She was right - I'd finally surrendered to her constant pestering about proper footwear. The most annoying part? She'd been right. This body's feet seemed designed for heels, making flat shoes feel increasingly awkward.

"The heels are different," I muttered.

"Sure they are." Aria winked. "Just like those nights with Isabella are 'different'."

Heat crept up my neck. Our encounters with Isabella had become more frequent, though I preferred not to dwell on what that meant.

At least the undead situation had resolved itself. Whatever Isabella's mother did after hearing the report, seemed to work fine - we hadn't heard of any attacks since that night. Though I still wondered why the Lich needed my blood.

Valentina's absence was another welcome change. Since our library confrontation, she'd practically vanished from my life. During lessons, she kept her eyes firmly fixed anywhere but on me. Outside classes she practically sprinted from any room I entered.

But none of that mattered now. The academy's three-week break had finally arrived - plenty of time to track down my original body and solve this mystery once and for all.

The door swung open, interrupting my thoughts. Mother swept in, her presence filling the room with an almost tangible energy. Her black hair cascaded down her back like liquid darkness, red eyes scanning the room before settling on me.

"Lily, dear." She smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "I hope you're prepared for your break?"

I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of Aria trying to make herself invisible in the corner. Mother hadn't visited our room since that first introduction, and I could feel Aria's tension.

"Yes, Mother. I was just finishing my packing."

She glided closer, her movement fluid and graceful. "I've come to discuss your plans for the break."

My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't told her about my intended trip to Earth, and I wasn't sure how she'd react to the idea.

"I was thinking of visiting a mortal realm," I ventured carefully, watching Mother's expression. "Last time I went there with my friends, it was... fascinating."

Mother's perfect eyebrows arched. "But darling, I had hoped you would come home. Your father and I miss you terribly."

She moved closer, her fingers brushing through my white hair. The gesture felt oddly maternal, making something twist inside my chest.

"The clothes they wear, the music they play..." I forced enthusiasm into my voice. "And the mortals themselves - they're so... entertaining."

"You want to feed on mortals?" Mother's red eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Among other things." I glanced at Aria who was pretending to be deeply absorbed in a textbook. "Their essence is different from our trained pets."

Mother's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Ah yes, the thrill of the hunt." She sat beside me on the bed, her presence making the mattress dip slightly. "You know, when I was younger, I travelled extensively through the mortal realms."

Her eyes grew distant, a slight shiver running through her perfect form. "The kingdoms I toppled, the pleasure cults I established... Even now, the memories..."

I shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to hear more about my mother's... adventures.

"Still," she continued, focusing back on me. "I had hoped to spend time with you. It's been so long since we've had proper mother-daughter time."

Guilt gnawed at my insides. Two weeks wasn't much time to search for my original body, but if I refused her completely, she might grow suspicious.

"What if..." I paused, pretending to consider. "What if I spent the first week at home, then went exploring for the remaining two weeks?"

Mother's face lit up. "That would be wonderful, darling! Your father will be delighted." She pulled me into an embrace that smelled of roses and brimstone. "And perhaps next time, you'll let me show you some of my favourite mortal realms."

I returned her hug, trying not to think about how I hoped it would be the real Lily returning home instead of me.

"Then it's settled," Mother declared, rising gracefully. "I'll send someone for you tomorrow morning."

After she left, Aria finally lowered her book. "That went better than expected."

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I nodded, already planning how to make the most of my remaining two weeks on Earth. It would have to be enough.

A sharp knock at our door came precisely at dawn. Opening it revealed a tall demon in an impeccable black suit, his horns polished to a mirror shine.

"Miss Lily," he bowed slightly. "I'm here to escort you home."

I grabbed my bag, though I didn't really need it with mother's ring storing everything. "Lead the way."

"Have fun with your family!" Aria called out from her bed, still half-asleep.

The demon guided me through the academy's quiet halls. Most students had already left for break, making our footsteps echo against the stone floors. Once outside, he led me down several winding side streets.

"Apologies for the roundabout route, Miss Lily. We must ensure absolute privacy."

I nodded, understanding the need to protect my identity. After several more turns, we reached a secluded courtyard surrounded by high walls.

"If you'll permit me?" He extended his hand.

I took it, and he began casting. Purple smoke swirled around us, thickening until I could barely see. The ground seemed to shift beneath my feet.

When the smoke cleared, we stood in the palace's grand entrance hall. The marble floor gleamed beneath our feet, and massive crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. But what caught my attention was the welcoming party.

Mother and Father stood in the centre, both dressed formally. Mother wore a flowing black dress that seemed to absorb light, while Father's golden hair and white suit provided a striking contrast.

In the background, I spotted Anastasia. She beamed at me, though she maintained her proper servant's posture.

"Welcome home, darling." Mother opened her arms.

I stepped forward into her embrace, breathing in her familiar scent of roses and brimstone. Father joined our hug, his presence warm and comforting despite his usual aloofness.

"We've missed you terribly," Mother whispered in my ear.

Looking up at their smiling faces, I felt a stab of guilt about my plans to search for my original body. But I pushed the feeling aside. First, I had to survive this week of family time.

Mother and Father led me through the palace's opulent halls, their steps measured and graceful. Father maintained his usual dignified demeanour, though his eyes kept darting to me.

"I trust your studies are progressing adequately?" He asked, his tone carefully neutral.

"Yes, Father. Professor Morrigan says I have a natural talent for magic."

A ghost of a smile crossed his face. "As expected of our daughter."

"And what about your other subjects?" He cleared his throat. "Not that I've been particularly concerned."

"History isn't that bad. Though Professor Scarlet can be boring sometimes."

We turned down another corridor, this one lined with ancient tapestries depicting scenes from Hell's creation. The smell of food grew stronger as we approached massive ebony doors carved with intricate demonic script.

The doors swung open to reveal a grand dining hall. A feast covered the long obsidian table - roasted meats, exotic fruits, and bottles of blood wine. But one dish at the centre made me pause.

Large, pristine white wings lay arranged on a golden platter. They weren't small like chicken or swan wings - these were massive, easily the span of a human's arms.

"Your favorite, darling," Mother squeezed my shoulder. "We would have served them when you first woke up, but they're rather difficult to obtain these days. That non-aggression pact with Heaven makes acquiring angel wings quite the challenge."

I stared at the wings, my mouth going dry. "These... these are actual angel wings?"

"Of course," Mother guided me to my seat. "Though I must say, the smuggler charged an obscene amount. But nothing's too good for my daughter's return home."

I kept staring at the glowing wings on my plate, my mind racing. Had they really killed an angel just to serve my supposed favourite dish? Yet as I looked at them, saliva gathered in my mouth, some deep part of this body remembered their taste, and apparently, they must've tasted divine.

I sat between Mother and Father at the massive obsidian table. The spread before us would feed dozens, yet it was just for us three. Father settled into his chair with practiced grace while Mother poured blood wine into ornate crystal goblets.

My eyes kept drifting to those pristine white wings. The feathers gleamed under the crimson light of the chandeliers. With trembling fingers, I carved a small portion onto my plate. Just one taste, I told myself. One bite to satisfy this body's memories.

"Tell me more about your professors," Father said, cutting into some dark meat. "I hear Moira has taken a particular interest in your education."

The first bite of wing melted on my tongue. An explosion of flavors - sweet, savoury, and something indescribable flooded my senses. My whole body tingled with pleasure.

"Professor Moira has been very helpful," I managed between bites. "She ensures I stay caught up with the coursework."

"And your other subjects?" Father's piercing blue eyes studied me. "Mathematics, perhaps?"

Without noticing I carved another piece of wing. "Professor Malphas replaced Professor Vox. His teaching methods are... unique."

"That devil," Father muttered. "Always had peculiar ideas about education."

He dabbed his mouth with a black silk napkin. "I heard about your excursion to the northern caves."

My fork froze halfway to my mouth.

"Not that I was concerned," he added quickly. "You handled yourself admirably. No daughter of mine would bring shame upon our house by failing against mere undead."

Mother smirked into her wine glass.

"Though perhaps next time," Father continued, his voice carefully measured, "you might inform us before venturing into potentially dangerous situations."

I nodded, savouring another heavenly bite of wing. The meat practically dissolved on my tongue, sending waves of pleasure through my entire being. Each mouthful left me craving more, and I found myself reaching for seconds before finishing my first portion.

I sat at the grand table, fielding questions between bites of the impossibly delicious angel wings. Father maintained his air of casual disinterest, though his constant inquiries betrayed his genuine curiosity.

"And this Isabella - she's from House Lilitu?" Father swirled his wine. "A respectable bloodline."

"Yes, we share several classes together." I carved another piece of wing, the meat falling off the bone. "She's quite skilled in combat magic."

"Combat magic?" His eyebrow arched. "Not a typical subject for succubi."

Mother interjected, "Let the girl have her interests, dear. Though do tell us more about your other friend - Aria, was it?"

"She's my roommate. Very passionate about fashion." The flavours danced across my tongue. "Though she's sometimes too energetic for my tastes."

"And your teachers?" Father set down his glass. "Is Professor Scarlet still droning on about the First War?"

"Some things never change," Mother chuckled.

I reached for the wing, only to freeze. My hand hovered over an empty platter. The magnificent white wings that had dominated the table's centre were gone - nothing left but a few scattered bones picked clean.

"Did we... did I..." My voice trailed off as I stared at the bare golden dish.

"Something wrong, darling?" Mother asked.

I blinked at my plate, noticing the scattered remnants of several servings. Had I really eaten that much? The thought of consuming actual angel wings should have disturbed me, yet I had eagerly eaten them without hesitation.

"No, nothing's wrong," I managed, though my mind reeled at how naturally I'd consumed what was essentially another sentient being's appendages. Even more disturbing was how desperately I wished there were more.

Father continued his questions about academy life, but my thoughts kept drifting to those wings - their divine taste, the pleasure each bite brought, and how readily I'd devoured them without hesitation.