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Death's Lover

"Why are you wearing cow head mask? Lilith asks you this question the third time." Amon groaned, tipping his head up. It made the snout of his mask point at the sky, making Lilith giggle as she found the view funny. "It's weird. Lilith thinks you're ugly that's why you're hiding your face." Hearing this, Amon couldn't help but look at her through his mask. If only he wasn't wearing it, Lilith would see how he arched a brow at her statement as he didn't like what she said. "You said it's rude for people to be ignored. Aren't you being rude for making such a remark?" "Oh!" Lilith gasped, making her cuter as she immediately touched her mouth with both of her hands in an attempt to shut herself up. The little girl spoke again, her voice heard even though she talked softly. "Lilith didn't mean to... Lilith is sorry. But Lilith was honest. Doesn't that make Lilith a good girl?" *** Amon, the Grim Reaper, appeared in the mortal realm to fulfill his job in collecting the souls of the dead. However, an unusual event occurred when he was about to collect one dying pregnant woman's soul. She was giving birth right before she died, making Amon panic and worry as her dying wish was for him to save her child! With the Grim Reaper actually a softie and is willing to take care of the infant despite the rule of their job to not interfere in mortal affairs, what lies ahead for Death and his now-growing human, Lilith? *** "Why do you wear that?" "19 years have passed—" Amon started, "—and this is still what you want to ask about?" "Well, yes." Lilith grinned. --- WARNING: Some chapters of this story contain mature R-18 content. FUN FACT: The world here is connected to "The Soul Eater's Possession" story's world, but this can also be a stand-alone book. COVER ARTIST: Haryu WSA ENTRY 2022 Update Schedule: 1 chapter every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 6PM GMT+8. Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^ Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

MysticAmy · Fantasy
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Her Father

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the mansion's garden as Lilith sat by the window, staring out at the horizon.

She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest, a weight that had been growing heavier with each passing day.

Her mind was a whirl of doubts and suspicions, all centering on Don—the man who had become a familiar presence at Molto Affamato, the man she now believed was not who he claimed to be.

Lilith had spent the morning training with Amon, Malachi, and Eucraick, her powers growing stronger and more controlled with each session.

Yet, even with the progress she was making, her thoughts kept drifting back to Don's face and the unsettling familiarity that tugged at her memory.

There was something there, something she couldn't quite grasp, and it was driving her mad.