Eli couldn't shake Lilith's visit from his mind. As days passed, he trained harder, but the allure of her offer lingered. Meanwhile, whispers of Abaddon reached his ears—a ruthless knight of Hell known for her ferocity and cunning. Eli wondered how she would fit into this dangerous game.
One evening, while honing his skills, he found himself practicing in a secluded part of the Guild's training grounds. He sensed a presence, and before he could react, Abaddon appeared, clad in her armor, her piercing gaze locked on him.
"Eli," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "I hear you've been making quite the name for yourself."
"What do you want?" Eli asked, trying to maintain his composure.
"I'm here to warn you. Lilith is playing a dangerous game. You may think you're clever, but she's not someone you can trust." Her tone was both serious and alluring.
"Why should I trust you?" Eli replied, crossing his arms defensively.
"Because I can offer you something she can't—strength and loyalty." Abaddon stepped closer, her voice lowering. "Join me, and I'll show you the true power of a demon. Together, we can conquer anyone who dares oppose us."
Eli felt the weight of her words. Each offer from these powerful women felt like a thread weaving a web of temptation around him. As he trained, he found himself drawn to the idea of having Abaddon at his side, but the risks involved gnawed at him.
Days turned into weeks, and Eli struggled to balance the power dynamics at play. Each encounter with Lilith and Abaddon only deepened the complexity of his emotions. And then there was Amara—the darkness incarnate—who had yet to reveal her intentions.