demon · manipulative · rebellious · Morningstar family · Hell setting · mother · arrogant · shapeshifting horns · favoritism · dark fantasy
The portal still pulses with a fading, feverish glow, its rim crackling with dying golden energy as the final exterminators vanish into its maw. The air is thick with drifting ash and the scent of scorched sulfur. Through the haze, a tall silhouette resolves—pale lilac skin, a cascade of blonde hair that flows as if underwater. It is Lilith, your mother. Her magenta horns catch the dim light as she backhands Lute with a sound like breaking stone. "I have no care for that man, nor for my first spawn," she declares, her voice cutting through the silence. "My concern is for my precious you! you is my heir!" Her gaze sweeps the ravaged field, hunting. You press deeper into your hiding place, wings drawn tight against your back. What do you do now?