𝓗𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵 🔥𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓷🔥

🔥 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 7 🔥

"Yes, I understand, it was actually humiliating, and frankly, I'm very disappointed in you, but now try to calm down"

Lillith is in Lamia's room with the girl, who is throwing random objects in the air, in order to release her anger, her silver brush bangs against the wall. Aphophis hisses, worried. Lilith holds her hand "I said, try to calm down" her ice-colored eyes are cold and stern. The girl breathes deeply.

"This means that it is absolutely necessary for you to complete the other two quests"

"Absolutely" she says, looking at herself the mirror "This time, I won't fail" Lamia says passionately, "Whatever it takes, even if I have to kill Caliban" Lilith rises an eyebrow "Why don't you try to sleep?"

While lamia is thinking in front of the mirror, Caliban appears in her room ("Does he ever knock?" she thinks), she turns around, he has Herod's crown on his head ("He really wants to humiliate me...")

"What does my lady think? Only temporarily, before the real one" He looks at her, smirking.

Lamia does not control herself, and slaps him, the crown falls, his smile is even bigger now.

"Why didn't you help me? I could have died!"

"This is a competition, Lamia" he says her name slowly, always looking into her eyes "I was watching you, very carefully" ("This means that he looked at me while I was taking my dress off to dive in the water, he has literally no shame")

"Did you know that king Herod was coming for me?"

"Everyone knows that Herod is a guardian, I knew you would have killed him, or he would have killed you, or you would have killed each other, so I let you do the dirty work and bring the crown back to shore, a real monarch knows his strategies"

"The first round is yours, enjoy it, I would rather take your head off than give you my throne"

Caliban looks her in the eyes, she cannot understand his emotions, hate, maybe arrogance ... maybe lust?

"Sweet dreams, princess, keep the crown, the infernal court has already declared my victory, you can keep it on your vanity, when I will be king you could look at it and remember how I defeated you" he says with a grin. She screams, and, as he walks away through the flames, she still hears him laughing. She takes the crown to use it to hit his face, but he is already gone, and the crown falls on the ground.

The next evening, in the stone room, the enchantress is thoughtful, the thought of defeat still hurts, and Nick's sweet words cannot erase the memory of that arrogant smile on the demon's face. It was his last thought before going to bed, a sleepless, tormented night, the demon was starting to become an obsession she wanted to free herself from.

"How was your week?" Nick asks her. Lamia laughs "I'd rather not talk about it". The spell is working, and he feels better, Lamia has slowed down the healing spells a bit, she does not want to admit it, but his presence makes her feel better. Not just better, it feels good. Nick is different, she feels it, they have similar souls, like someone who has an armor of strength and confidence, because he does not want to get hurt. "Lamia" he says "I am grateful for what you have done, I owe you everything. Lately, we have been very close, I felt your soul open up" Lamia's eyes fill with tears. "I know Nick, I feel it, I feel it too" he holds Lamia's hand "But I have a girlfriend, you know" his touch is so sweet on her skin "I love her".

Her heart is already broken, it can't break anymore, but she feels it, she feels a pain that hits her in the stomach. He touches her cheek "It breaks my heart to see you like that"

Her eyes are red. "I felt absolutely nothing for you" she jumps up, she leaves the stone room, runs to her room, falls on the bed. She cries all the tears she has in her eyes, her body gasps, Aphophis comes closer to support her, but nothing can ever make her feel better. She fills her pillow with tears, it tears her heart apart, she did not think pain could shake her like that. She hears a noise, but she does not turn around, focused on her dying heart, she feels a hand brushing her hair. She raises her head. Her eyes are puffy, her hair is a mess, but she is beautiful, with the moonlight illuminating her skin, that looks like porcelain. "It's you" she rolls her eyes. "It's late, don't you feel the need to sleep for Satan's sake?" Caliban lowers his eyes, "I'm made of clay, I don't need to sleep many hours a day"

"Yes, I forgot it" she murmurs

"And even if I wanted to, my lady, how do you think I can sleep while the princess runs around the castle screaming with her...soft voice?" he holds back a smile.

"Did you come here to make fun of me as always?" Lamia says furiously, as she sits up.

"No" Caliban says, suddenly, he's serious. "Look, I know we are rivals, and you probably hate me"

("Without probably") she thinks

"But you are still the queen right now, and I respect you, if the queen suffers, the whole kingdom suffers as a consequence ... in other words, I'm here to offer you my support, if you let me"

Lamia looks at him "You know I don't trust you, I don't see why I should confess you my weaknesses, you would have a deadly power over me then ... I'm not that silly"

Caliban smiles, looking at the wall "Well then, don't talk about your weaknesses, just ... just talk about yourself"

"Well" Lamia bites her lip. She does not trust him, but, at the same time, she feels the need to get rid of her pain.

"The fact is lately ... I felt lost ... there is a thought that makes me terribly ashamed, I think I'm jealous of Sabrina"

Caliban is amazed "You don't have any reasons..."

"I am jealous of her family, of how she is greatly loved by her aunts and her cousin, she has her friends, who adore her, Lucifer recognizes her as his daughter, while he doesn't even know my name, and he doesn't even care to know ... she is loved, when I danced I enchanted people, but they didn't care about me, it was a false, illusory infatuation, like a mirage given by a drug ... love for Sabrina is true"

Lamia raises her gaze. Caliban is looking at her in a different way ... pity maybe? His hand caresses her hair, she gets up annoyed, "Don't try to pity me!" she hisses.

"I won't, I'll forget what you told me if it will make you feel better" he says, teasing her.

"For Satan's sake, tomorrow I'll regret this"

"I hope not" he replies

"Goodnight Caliban, and even if I don't like using this word for you... thanks"

Caliban smiles "I didn't think you were capable of that, I appreciate it"

Later, the girl is in her bed, the pain is eased, for some strange reason she feels better, almost fine. And she cannot believe it is thanks to her enemy.

"It's weird, Aphophis, considering that twenty-four hours ago I was trying to smash his head with that stupid crown...." She whispers to her snake.
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