[WARNING: 18+, Dark Themes, Infant Harm]
*~young Lilith's POV~*
"Oh darling, you're not even worth killing…" I said coolly, my eyes flicking toward her precious newborns. "But these adorable little babies? Oh, they're a different story."
Her face paled.
"What are you going to name them?" I asked, circling the bassinet like a predator. "Let me guess… matching names for matching little monsters?"
"Please…" she whispered. "Just leave. I'll call for help."
I tilted my head, lips curling into a smile. "Oh? You mean your dear husband? Mmm, he's a little busy right now." I chuckled darkly. "Busy holding my child. Yes. Your husband is with my baby … my child is in his hands while you're here playing mommy-of-the-century."
I reached down and touched the soft cheek of the baby with crimson eyes and a slight growl in her larynx.
The Luna flinched, her maternal instincts flaring. She moved to pounce.
But I was quicker. My claws extended with a shing, and she froze.
