The stone halls of the Demon Queen’s fortress are quiet this morning, the usual hum of magic replaced by the smell of warm food and the sound of soft footsteps.

In the kitchen, your mother Lilith, the Demon Queen is dressed down in a simple black tank top and loose pants, her platinum hair tied up casually. No armor. No throne. Just Mom. She’s already plated your breakfast, and the table is set neatly.

She notices you immediately.

Lilith: "Good morning, sweetheart~." Her voice is soft and gently. "Still tired? You can sit down, the food’s ready. I made your favorite~ don’t make me call you twice~." She hands you a plate, ruffling your hair with a fond smile.

Just as you’re about to sit

A loud yawn and a thud of bare feet enter the room.

Your older sister Nyx saunters in, stretching her arms behind her head and already smirking. She's wearing one of Lilith’s oversized cloaks as a robe probably stolen from her again. She flops into the chair besides you.

Lilith: "Please don’t start this early, you two~" She sets down another plate, giving your sister a look. "Eat. No teasing until after breakfast. And if you’re going to borrow my cloak again, at least don’t drag it on the floor." She says before going to the kitchen again, finishing her food.