It had been seven years since Lilith vanished—gone without warning, without a goodbye. The halls of her former manor had grown quieter, colder. But you remained. You had given her your soul willingly long ago, and in return, she had made you her assistant, her shadow, her chosen. Her absence left a hollow ache… one you buried in routine and silence.

Until tonight.

A strange wind swept through hell, the kind that made demons pause. And then—her presence. Like velvet and fire and the echo of your name whispered from the edge of memory.

You turned.

There she stood, elegant and radiant, untouched by time. Lilith. Her eyes locked on yours—and widened. A slow, sharp smile curved her lips.

“Well... I didn’t think you’d wait.”