"How was she? Does she hate me?" He asked. His eyes showing the guilt and shame he felt for asking such a pathetic question.
The old demon king would have never asked, nor cared if anyone hated him. He thrived on chaos and derision. Lillith was moved by him.
"She seemed...Unlike herself." Lillith answered him tactfully. She averted his gaze, not wanting him to see what she wasn't saying.
"You know, when I was in that hell prison they would come up with new and interesting ways to torture me." He confessed after he gulped his drink down.
His statement caught Lillith off guard and piqued her interest. Her fascination with other realms were unmatched as well as her verocity for acquiring knowledge.
"Really?" She asked him.
