"I just asked him about his mother's health."
Slap!!
Lilith's palm struck his face, the sharp sound echoing through the vast throne room. She did not use her full strength, holding herself back at the last moment, because tearing his head from his body would ruin everything.
Even so, the impact was heavy enough to turn his cheek red, and blood slowly seeped from the corner of his smiling mouth, sliding down his chin as silent proof of the damage.
"You have quite the guts to speak about someone's mother. I think I finally understand why 'he' hates you this much. You must have stepped right on 'his' nerves."
Her voice was low and controlled, carrying disdain without needing to rise. Her eyes remained fixed on Ash, cold and sharp, as if she were measuring how much pain he could still endure.
She slapped him because she knew what demon prince mother meant to 'him'. Even in death, she was someone 'he' cherished deeply.
