[As promised, here's the bonus chapter for the review!]
Creed lay on the ground, his body a mangled mess of burns, bruises, and sheer pain.
Every inch of his skin ached, his arms were practically nonexistent, and he was pretty sure he had cooked a few internal organs.
And yet, despite his entire being screaming for rest, he managed to lift his head, his gaze locked onto Lilith.
She stood before him, her violet eyes filled with something strange—something warm.
Before he could even process it, Lilith knelt down, cupped his battered face with her delicate fingers, and kissed him.
It wasn't passionate. It wasn't fierce. It was soft, a gentle press of lips that lasted for just a moment.
But for Creed, whose body had just been blasted to hell and back, it was enough to short-circuit his already fried brain.
Lilith pulled back, a confident smirk on her lips.
"I won't disappoint you, Master."
