A hat-wearing gentleman demon.
A cute furball demon.
A black, sinister demon.
These were the three foes that stood before Lilith—all of whom were far more powerful than she.
The strongest, however, was undoubtedly, the one with the hat.
"You killed a good number of our demons, but I suppose they were just weak. That is their lot. It's the same as the humans here. Their death is also their lot for being the way they are, wouldn't you agree?"
Lilith didn't know what to think. She simply kept quiet and watched how her fate would be decided.
"Your skills are a bit crude, but I see potential. If you keep resisting us, I will have no choice but to eliminate you, but… if you choose to come over to our side, your life will be spared.
Lilith could sense no malice from the proposer. His black and red eyes were honest, and his outstretched hand—though gloved—was a sign of his sincerity.
"What do you say? Join us and live? Resist and die. The choice is yours."
