"What did you say?" A low murmur escaped from Lilith's lips, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. Without warning, she found herself standing before the elf, her eyes locked onto the others with an intensity that was almost palpable. The crimson hue of Lilith's eyes seemed to bore into the other woman's very soul, a silent challenge that left the elf reeling and stumbling back a step in surprise, her own eyes widening in shock and fear at the sudden intrusion.
"You're not a demon, that's for sure..." A light chuckle escaped Sivel's lips. "A disciple of our goddess...?"
"What do you mean, your goddess? Who is your goddess?" A sudden rush of excitement coursed through Lilith's veins, her eyes widening like two glittering gems as she posed the question.
"Do you perhaps know of the name... Octream?"
The sound of the name echoed through Lilith's mind like the tolling of a bell, jolting her out of her thoughts. Who was this elven girl, and what connection did she have to Lilith herself? The questions raced through her mind like a stampeding herd, each one more urgent than the last, as Lilith struggled to piece together the puzzle that was her own past.
"It looks like you know something..." Sivel muttered, "Come with me."
"Mistress?!" The elven guard shouted.
"You stay here and clean up this mess," Sivel's words hung in the air like a soft whisper, her gaze fixed on Lilith as though she was beckoning her to follow. And then, with a sudden burst of motion, she vanished from sight, moving with such speed and agility that it was almost as though she had never been there at all. Lilith watched in awe as Sivel leaped up onto a nearby tree, her lithe form scaling the branches.
"Wait, where are you going? We have to trade in the monster corpses." Shota spoke, reminding Lilith of every reason why she came here.
"Sorry, you're going to have to be on your own," With a low murmur, Lilith lifted her hand. From the depths of her Dimensional Pocket, she drew forth the corpses of countless monsters, their bodies twisted and gnarled by death, and flung them out before her with a single sweeping gesture. The creatures fell to the ground in a heap, the sound of their impact echoing across the barren landscape like a clap of thunder.
For a moment, Lilith paused, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon where Sivel had vanished from view. Then, with a deep breath, she launched herself into the air, her body soaring upwards like a bird taking flight as she set off in pursuit.
It was only a matter of moments before Lilith caught sight of Sivel, who landed gracefully on a patch of grass. Lilith followed suit as she landed right beside Sivel.
"Where are we?"
As Lilith scanned her surroundings, her gaze fell upon a murky cave with only one entrance that appeared as a gaping maw in the darkness. The flickering torches, casting eerie shadows on the rough-hewn walls, provided scant illumination, just enough to reveal the jagged rocks and treacherous terrain that lay ahead.
"The cave where my sister and I pray," Sivel spoke as she walked inside the cave.
"What's inside this cave?" Lilith asked, following Sivel.
"Here, look at this," Sivel's voice rang out as she extended her arm and aimed her finger toward the painting that adorned the wall. Lilith's curious gaze followed the direction of Sivel's gesture, and as she gazed upon the artwork, she was immediately struck by the rawness of the painting. The image depicted two figures - a man with raven-black locks on the left and a woman with flowing locks of golden sunshine on the right - both captured in a moment frozen in time by the chaotic yet captivating brushstrokes.
"This man is one of the supreme gods, John Aslar. The god of madness, time, and destruction." Sivel's voice echoed through the cave as she extended her slender finger toward the man on the left side of the painting. Then she moved her finger to the right and pointed at the woman. "And this person is also one of the supremes goddesses. The goddess of prosperity, life, and wisdom. Lisa Octream. The goddess you worship."
"W-what...?" Lilith was left speechless.
"But there's something that I can't figure out..." Sivel's finger glided across the painting like a ghostly apparition, tracing a path that led toward a small figure nestled within a tiny casket. The infant's form lay still, peaceful in its repose, bathed in a warm glow that suffused the painting like a celestial halo. It was as if the heavens themselves had opened up their gates to welcome the tiny soul into their embrace, casting their radiant light upon the scene with a benevolent grace. "Is this their child...?"
"D-does it says what its name is?" Lilith asked, her voice trembling.
"Oh yea, it does? Sivel nodded. "Lilith Octream."
The weight of Sivel's words crashed down upon Lilith like a landslide, as if a boulder had been hurled upon her very being. The realization struck her with a force that left her reeling as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet and she had been plunged into a dizzying abyss. To hear that her own father and mother were deities, beings of unfathomable power and majesty, was to confront a truth so staggering that it threatened to rend her very soul.
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'Is that so... then I have two different sets of parents? I can't believe it.'
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"Why have you shown me this?" Lilith asked.
"Are you not the disciple of the goddess Lisa?
Lilith shook her head, and with a graceful sweep of her arm, she extended her finger towards the basket as if beckoning Sivel to look upon the child. "That is me. I am the goddess Lilith Octream."