Three weeks had slipped by since I, stepped through the threshold of Lilith's vast castle. The word 'mother' still felt foreign on my tongue, an elusive title for a woman I was only beginning to know.
Yet, in this short span, I had absorbed a wealth of knowledge, and Lilith had bestowed upon me the title of sub-commander. It was an honor that came with a weight of responsibility, as I was now tasked with training the demon soldiers in the art of swordplay and the rudiments of magical combat.
My magic, a force both feared and revered, was a tempestuous river that coursed through my veins. It was a raw power that I could summon with a mere thought, manifesting in crackling arcs of energy that danced at my fingertips.
Despite my efforts to focus on my duties, thoughts of Lydia haunted me, her memory a persistent whisper in the back of my mind. I had those image of her every time I was trying to sleep now.
