Lilith... that's what they called her, 'Lucifer's wife! Sevika had heard the rumors, whispered in hushed tones behind closed doors, but she had always dismissed them as nothing more than wild gossip. After all, how could anyone believe such a thing? It was nothing more than a myth, a story for the drunkards and dreamers. But Sevika, ever the skeptic, would soon find herself standing in the heart of a truth so dark and enchanting that even her hardened soul would struggle to deny it.

The brothel was alive with murmurs, the kind of whispers that stilled the air and made the very walls seem to breathe with secrets. Men and women alike were captivated by her. They would go to great lengths just for a fleeting moment of her attention. Her name? Aella. And she wore her other moniker like a crown: Lilith, the so-called wife of Lucifer, a creature of pure seduction and dangerous allure.

Sevika had no plan to go to the brothel right now, but when a friend of hers spoke of Aella's mesmerizing presence, she couldn't help but feel curiosity gnaw at her. It wasn't until that very moment, as Sevika walked into the dimly lit parlor, that her eyes locked onto Aella for the first time.

The room seemed to pause, as if the world Itself had held its breath. There she stood, poised and ethereal. Aella was a vision of something otherworldly, her pale skin glowing like moonlight against the shadows of the brothel. Her amber eyes glinted with a depth that held untold secrets, reflecting both passion and peril. The robe she wore-transparent, flowing, and impossibly delicate-clung to her form in such a way that it seemed almost a mere illusion, a whisper of fabric barely concealing her beauty. It was as though she moved within a dream, untouchable yet magnetic, pulling Sevika closer without a single word.