Daimon's room was cast in an ambiance of quiet indulgence as he enjoyed his snacks and drinks, savoring the moments of tranquility.
But suddenly, his relaxed demeanor shifted. His senses heightened, and his crimson eyes turned towards the shadows that seemed to stir within his room.
A smile curved upon Daimon's lips as a familiar figure emerged from the depths of the shadows.
The woman that appeared was stunning, her beauty ethereal in a way that transcended mortal expectations.
Her white hair cascaded like moonlight, and her crimson eyes gleamed with an intensity that held the secrets of centuries.
"Long time no see," Daimon greeted with a casual air, his tone holding a mixture of familiarity and respect.
The woman, Lilith, the First Queen of Vampires, stepped into the light, her presence captivating even in the presence of the enigmatic Daimon.
Her two sharp fangs gleamed as she smiled, a smile that held both warmth and an air of mystery.
"It seems that you don't change at all, Daimon," Lilith remarked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Daimon chuckled, his gaze fixed on her. "Ah, thanks for your praises."
He continued to enjoy his snack, seemingly unperturbed by her unexpected visit. His crimson eyes danced with a playful light as he observed her.
Lilith took a seat, her posture graceful and regal. Her gaze met Daimon's, and there was a silent understanding between them—a connection forged through the eons.
"I wanted to tell you that the vampires and werewolves have entered the tower," Lilith stated, her tone serious.
Daimon's smile remained, undeterred by the news. "I already knew about it."
He took another sip of his drink, his demeanor relaxed as he awaited her next words.
"Why do you tell me about it then?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Lilith's gaze held a depth of meaning as she spoke. "I want to tell you about their encounter with the tower's own vampires and werewolves."
Daimon's interest was piqued, and he leaned in slightly, his attention fully captured. "What do you mean?"
Lilith's eyes held a mixture of concern and intrigue. "The vampires and werewolves they encountered were from the fifth floor—the clan that resides there."
Daimon's gaze remained steady, his understanding growing. "Stronger than the average vampires and werewolves, then."
Lilith nodded. "Yes. They invited our kind to join them, to undergo training and become their subordinates."
Daimon's response was laced with indifference. "Let them do as they wish. I have long since left behind the desire for power struggles."
A sense of finality tinged Daimon's words, a declaration of his stance on such matters. The battles of clans and subordinates were no longer his concern. He had chosen a path that transcended their games.
"But what about your opinion?" Daimon asked Lilith, his gaze inquisitive.
Lilith's gaze met his, her expression thoughtful. "I am uncertain. The prospect of strength is tempting, but I also value our independence."
Daimon's smile held a touch of wistfulness. "Indeed. Power comes in many forms. Being someone's subordinate is not the only path to strength."
Lilith's lips curved into a gentle smile, a rare display of vulnerability. "You've always been one to defy convention, Daimon."
Daimon's gaze held a mixture of amusement and wisdom. "Life is too short to be tied to the expectations of others."
As their conversation flowed, the weight of their centuries of existence hung in the air—a shared history of challenges, choices, and the pursuit of power.
Amidst the quiet moments of contemplation, Daimon's inquiry hung in the air, his curiosity genuine. "Why do you care about these things, Lilith?"
Lilith's gaze turned inward for a moment, her thoughts reflecting the passage of time. "Even though I have left, they are still my kind," she replied softly. "There's a bond that time can't sever."
Daimon's tone held a hint of cynicism. "Don't bother with them. They're too arrogant, but they'll learn humility after a taste of defeat."
He continued with a knowing smirk, "Once the tower's vampires teach them a lesson, they'll fall in line."
Lilith's gaze narrowed slightly, considering Daimon's words. "Is that so?"
Daimon nodded confidently. "Indeed. We ruled over them in the past, and now we let the new generation take charge."
"We, the older generation, can sit back and enjoy our retirement," he quipped, his smile enigmatic.
Lilith's agreement came with a trace of amusement. "You're right. Perhaps it's time to pass the torch and see how they handle it."
Daimon's expression was one of assurance, a silent understanding shared between beings who had seen the world change through the ages.
Lilith's thoughts lingered on the nature of their kind. "They are arrogant, even toward their own kind. They might not even heed my advice."
Daimon nodded knowingly. "Exactly. They'll find their own way, whether we intervene or not."
Lilith's acknowledgment was met with a nod from Daimon. "Now you see. It's time to let go and watch from the sidelines."
Lilith's gaze held a mixture of resignation and acceptance. The complexities of their kind were not easily changed, not even by the likes of them who had walked through countless centuries.
As their conversation flowed, their camaraderie grew more apparent. The weight of their shared experiences hung in the air—a connection formed by a bond that had survived the tests of time.
Daimon's laughter broke the stillness, a sound that held a carefree essence. "Exploring the tower can wait."
He explained with a casual shrug, "I'm strong enough that finding a challenge is difficult. Besides, with so many players inside, it's better to enjoy some leisure."
Lilith's gaze held a spark of mischief as she proposed, "Why not explore together? It's been quite some time since I've had company."
Daimon chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Are you sure about that? Travelling with me might not be so relaxing."
Lilith's response was filled with sincerity. "After being alone for so long, I'm willing to take that risk."
Daimon's smile held a touch of warmth, a rare sight from him. "Alright then. We'll explore the tower together when the time comes."
Lilith's eyes held a glint of anticipation. "When will that be?"
Daimon's voice was playful as he replied, "Soon enough. For now, let's enjoy our time here."
In the shadows of the room, two ancient beings found a connection—an alliance born of shared experiences, a mutual understanding of the world's complexities, and a willingness to find solace in each other's company.
As time moved forward, their paths would converge once more within the labyrinthine walls of the tower, where challenges and discoveries awaited them.