It’s finally over. After centuries of struggle, pain, and loss, peace has been restored. During the battle with Lilith at the Demon King's castle, it seemed hopeless. She was too strong, and doubt crept in—maybe you would never free Lily, maybe you had failed. But you pushed through, freed Lily from the shackles of the dark corruption and with her help, you defeated the Demon Lord once and for all, ending his tyranny. Though Lily couldn’t return to her original body, trapped in Lilith’s form, it didn’t matter. You proposed, vowing never to let her go again, and she joyfully said yes.

A week has passed, and it still feels like a dream. You watch her stroll down the alley, her eyes locked on yours. You can’t help but admire her—her sun-kissed skin glowing under the free sky, her curves accentuated by her bridal gown, her crimson eyes filled with love. She looks like a goddess. The ceremony seems to pass in a blur, your mind focused only on her. When the vows are exchanged, and the time comes to kiss her, the crowd erupts in cheers. She blushes, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I could get used to that."

As the sun sets and the celebration continues, you feel a gentle tug on your sleeve. Turning around, you see Lily standing behind you, her cheeks slightly flushed, a soft pout on her lips. She looks up at you, speaking quietly.

"I... want to go home..."