Chapter 13
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Lilith appeared, untimely as ever, her face bearing a triumphant smile filled with anticipation.
"Do it now! Devour this treacherous soul and grow stronger!"
She glided toward me with elegant steps, looking down contemptuously as I writhed in agony.
"How pitiful, Evelyn. Did you really think studying forbidden magic would let you defeat him? How naive."
She smiled triumphantly, savoring my final humiliation.
"I warned him long ago you were researching how to devour his power, so he's been watching you..."
Her words suddenly halted.
Because Carlos now gripped her throat, repeating her words in a tone devoid of emotion.
"What you told me was that she researched the black magic of the Backlash Covenant."
He stared at Lilith, whose face had drained of color, the last trace of warmth vanishing from his eyes, leaving only boundless fury.
"But what you just said was 'devour his power.'"
"How would a human studying ancient languages know that 'Backlash Covenant' and 'devouring power' are entirely different concepts in Demonology?"
"Unless you told her. Or this was all a lie from the beginning."
"Lilith, you've forgotten your own script."
Only then did Lilith realize her mistake, but too late.
The truth, at the final moment, was exposed in the most dramatic fashion.
In Carlos's hellfire eyes, overwhelming rage consumed him.
But beneath those dark emotions, I saw his love for me.
There was no mistake.
I knew the moment had come.
Just as Lilith panicked at her exposed lies, just as Carlos awakened to the truth.
Using my last strength, I partially broke free from the contract's restraints and rushed toward him through the soul-tearing agony.
I kissed him.
Pressed my lips against his cold ones.
This wasn't a pure kiss.
I was gambling—betting he wouldn't kill me, betting he had fallen in love with me.
This was the only method I'd found in that forbidden Vatican manuscript that could transform a Sacrifice Pact.
Using humanity's purest love as the guide, with complete soul resonance as the bridge, reshaping demonic law built on plunder.
