People who hide their feelings usually care the most.
-IG: thegirlsuperpower-
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A woman was lying on the bed motionlessly with her blonde hair scattered all over the pillow beneath her. She was so pale as if she was dead.
"No… progress…" Lilith drawled, swaying her legs while she was sitting on the table. "How long has she been like this? Two weeks, three, four?"
Belphegor frowned as he was deep in thought, an expression that was rare to appear on his face. "Did I kill her when I ripped her soul?" He talked to himself.
"If you really kill her, you can check her in Tartarus." Lilith suggested.
"No, thanks." The laziness returned on his face as he laid his body on the bed, beside Jenedieth. "I am not in a good relationship with Hades."