Surviving as a Maid in a Horror Game-Chapter 14.2

A battle erupted between the protector and the usurper. Between the one who clung to the throne and the one determined to seize it. Lilith longed for Satan to side with her. But Satan, as the Lord’s sword and hammer of justice, led the charge against the usurper.

The current king and the future king. Many clans chose to follow the latter, but just as many stayed loyal to the former, especially those close to Satan, the Lord’s oldest ally and supreme commander.

Every time Lilith saw Satan on the battlefield, she howled with betrayal and despair. Yet, paradoxically, her love for him only deepened.

With the crimson sky at his back, he was devastatingly beautiful.

“Commander, the Cerberus unit is advancing. Should we attack?”

The question came from Agareth, the deputy commander for this battle. But Satan did not respond. He stood there, staring at the air with an unnerving stillness. His gaze was so vacant that an uninformed observer might mistake it for fear-induced paralysis.

The ground shook violently as the Cerberuses charged forward. Agareth, growing more anxious, repeated his question, but Satan remained silent.

What is he thinking? Cerberuses are fearless, relentless creatures. Once they sink their teeth into their target, they never let go. We need to act now if we want to stop them.

“Commander, we need your orders!”

“Silence.”

Satan’s calm voice cut through the tension. He extended his hand and drew a line in the air—one long, one short. Light gathered where his finger traced, forming the shape of a bow. Satan gripped it as if it were second nature.

There was only one arrow. It rested on the bowstring, pulled taut, ready to be released. But its tip wasn’t aimed at the charging Cerberuses. Instead, it pointed sharply toward the heavens.

Watching from the side, Agareth couldn’t hide his confusion. He thought the commander would shoot down the Cerberuses. Why wasn’t he giving orders to the others, and why was he aiming into empty space?

Even for someone as powerful as Satan, stopping a wave of Cerberuses with a single arrow seemed impossible.

The demons behind him, readying themselves for battle, were similarly bewildered.

What’s going on? Why aren’t we being ordered to fight? Damn it, those beasts are coming! One of them took my arm once—I’m not losing another limb. Should we just charge in without orders? This waiting is worse than fighting.

As the restless murmurs spread among the ranks, Agareth spoke up again.

“Commander, we need your orders now. They’re almost upon us!”

Still, Satan didn’t move. He remained perfectly still, as if waiting for the exact moment. His eyes seemed to see something invisible to everyone else.

Finally, when the largest Cerberus leaped forward, jaws wide open to devour him, Satan let the arrow fly.

With a sharp whistle, the single arrow split into twelve mid-flight. It soared high into the sky before abruptly changing direction.

Rather than vanishing into the void, the arrows struck something hidden—figures began materializing out of thin air.

“Nightmares?”

Agareth’s voice trembled as he watched the arrows bury themselves into the heads of the dream demons. They screamed in pain, thrashing violently.

Deprived of their guides, the Cerberuses became disoriented and turned on one another in chaos. Satan had targeted the real threat—the nightmares leading the beasts.

The remaining arrows struck the alpha Cerberus, piercing all three of its heads simultaneously. The massive creature fell dead without so much as a cry, leaving the pack leaderless.

With no one to guide them, the Cerberuses devolved into a panicked frenzy, their once-lethal fangs rendered useless in their confusion.

“Remember this, Agareth. Nightmares are always our enemies. They can invade dreams, but they can also weave new ones. Never forget that in battle.”

Agareth stared in disbelief. No one had noticed the nightmares—not even him. Only Satan had seen through their deception and struck them down.

Without a single drop of blood spilled on their side, Satan had turned the tide of the battle. It was a masterstroke of strategy, the work of a commander who valued efficiency over senseless carnage.

“Hold formation!”

A desperate nightmare demon shouted, trying to rally the Cerberuses, but it was too late. The chaos had already consumed them.

Satan turned slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. In his hand was a blade—one that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. The spirits of the damned writhed within it, their screams echoing faintly.

“Will you let the commander outpace you, Agareth?”

Startled, Agareth snapped out of his daze and gave the order to advance. Thousands of demons surged forward, clashing violently with their foes.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Lilith watched the chaos unfold.

“Lilith, we must retreat. The battle is lost.”

Her deputy pleaded, desperation in his voice.

“Lilith, please, give the order. If we stay here, we’ll lose everything.”

“Wait. Just wait a moment.”

Ignoring his urgency, Lilith whispered softly, her gaze fixed on a single figure.

“Can’t you see him? Look at him... He’s magnificent.”

Lilith’s head tilted slightly, like a snake preparing to coil around its prey.

“Satan was said to be God’s most beloved creation. I think I can understand that now. How sorrowful it must have been to send him to Hell. Even with his wings torn away, he remains utterly perfect.”

She was wrong. She knew she was captivated by Satan, but she hadn’t realized the extent of it. As she anxiously waited for her sanity to return, Lilith stared at him with an enraptured gaze, drinking in every detail.

On the battlefield, he was even more breathtaking—more powerful. He seemed to embody every ideal she had of a perfect demon. When he swung his cursed blade at the swarming Cerberuses, they were tossed away like leaves caught in the wind. A fiery storm erupted in his wake, scattering demons like autumn leaves.

Some said that in that moment, they could see the remains of the angelic wings he once had, glowing faintly behind him. Others swore they saw the dark, infernal wings of a demon spread wide.

“A magnificent sight,” Lilith murmured, her voice filled with pure admiration.

The power he unleashed was both divine and diabolical, a torrent of overwhelming strength that melted even the ancient gates of Hell. His force spared no one—friend or foe. It was an omnipotence the world could never see again, devastating and beautiful all at once.

The explosions shook the battlefield, their shockwaves cutting across the ground and even grazing Lilith’s arm from a distance. It felt as though a storm had engulfed the world.

And then their eyes met. From the storm’s center, his gaze reached hers. A wave of killing intent stretched across the field, making her shiver as goosebumps raced down her neck.

“This is it,” Lilith muttered. A crazed smile curled her lips.

“This is it. This is it. This is what I wanted. This is it!”

Overwhelming terror, with Satan standing above it all. A maelstrom of emotions boiled within her—admiration for her adversary, fury at his resistance, and a love so consuming it bordered on murderous. She stared at him as though she would tear him apart, piece by piece, with her eyes alone.

I love you. I want to devour you. I love you. I want to devour you. I want us to become one.

Lilith pushed off the ground and shot into the sky. She couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She had to reach him. The nightmare demons that tried to stop her fell with their heads severed.

And when she finally stood before him, the ground trembled as if Hell itself were roaring.

“I love you. Be with me,” she said, her voice trembling with intensity.

“You’re still saying that,” he replied, his tone weary.

She looked up, her breath hitching. He stood there, the traces of his fiercest battle yet etched across him. He wasn’t immaculate this time—his ash-gray hair was disheveled, and his crimson eyes, as vivid as spilled blood, shone with a feral gleam. His once-pristine clothes were torn, revealing scars beneath.

Lilith’s gaze lingered on the scars. Those are from when they ripped out his wings. How beautiful they are.

“I know why you’re doing this,” Satan sighed. His voice carried the weight of exhaustion. For someone as measured as him, this endless war must have been a tiresome ordeal. Even now, after shattering her forces with a feigned retreat and surrounding them in a crescent moon formation, the fatigue showed in his expression.

“You don’t understand. You never will,” Lilith whispered, her voice laced with despair. Her pride had been crushed along with her defeat in this war, a battle meant to prove her right to the throne.

“I knew about Wirin sneaking into your chambers,” Satan said coldly. “He must have whispered sweet lies in your ear, promising that if you became the ruler, you could have me. I should’ve cut out that silver tongue of his long ago.”

“I love you.”

“Enough.”

“This is how demons love! This is who we are! Our child will be strong and beautiful, just like us. They’ll take after both of us. So come to me now, before I gouge out those eyes that refuse to love me!”

“You’ll find a suitable mate one day, you insolent apprentice,” he said, brushing aside her words with brutal finality.

Lilith lunged at him, her blade flashing toward him in a desperate attack. But Satan easily deflected her assault. To anyone else, her strike would have been deadly. But against him, it was nothing.

I love you. Saying that feels so small, so insignificant compared to how much I love you. I don’t even remember when it began. It feels like I was born loving you, as though it’s woven into my very existence. You are my living, breathing weakness.

“Come with me. The Lord is waiting for you,” Satan said, his voice cold.

“Hah! Hah! You’re mocking me, aren’t you?” Lilith laughed bitterly. “Mercy, for a demon? How laughable. If I go to my father, he’ll have me executed in front of everyone. You know that, and you still ask me to go willingly?”

“……”

“I only needed you. Just you…”

“You were dreaming a foolish dream, Lilith,” Satan said, his voice quiet but firm. “I will never be your mate. Even if you had become the ruler, it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“What…?”

Her tear-streaked eyes searched his face for answers. His words shook her to her core, threatening to unravel everything that had driven her rebellion.

“Even if you’d succeeded in taking the throne?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“Yes. Nothing would have changed. I would have left before you became the ruler. I stayed far longer than I should have as it is.”

“And if the rebellion had succeeded…?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered. You started this war for me, and that was your mistake. No matter how strong you are, I cannot serve under a ruler like you.”

His words were like a dagger to her heart. She opened her mouth to protest, but her voice came out as a desperate stammer.

“How… how can you say that? Leave? Where would you even go? To Heaven? Are you planning to search for those broken, rotting wings of yours and glue them back on?”

“If Heaven and Hell aren’t an option, then I’ll go to the mortal world,” he replied simply.

“The mortal world?” Lilith’s laughter turned hysterical. “Those weak, pitiful humans can’t even comprehend you! You’d break them just by existing!”

Her words carried an edge of desperation, but Satan remained unmoved.

“Provoking me won’t change anything, Lilith. I know exactly what thoughts are running through your little head. But mind your manners in front of your mentor.”

“Ahhh…!”

His foot came down on her injured hand, crushing it mercilessly. The blade embedded in her palm twisted deeper, making the pain unbearable. She had countless wounds, but none hurt more than the ache in her chest.

She had believed that gaining the throne would mean gaining him. She had fallen in love with his unmatched strength and had thought, foolishly, that he might someday feel the same.

“You’re… leaving me?” she choked out, tears streaming down her face. Her lips quivered uncontrollably, her emotions spiraling out of control.

“I’m not leaving you,” Satan said, crouching down to her level. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I was never yours to begin with.”

His words struck her like a hammer, shattering her completely.

“Listen carefully, Lilith,” he whispered, his voice deadly calm. “I belong to no one.”

For a long time, silence hung between them. Lilith, who had run so far with just one desire in her heart, lost everything with that single sentence. A wave of loss, greater than even her defeat in battle, swept over her like a storm.

I can’t accept this. This can’t be real. It’s impossible. You’re leaving me? You won’t become my mate?

Yes, you’ve always been like this.

From the murky depths of her mind, a single, sharp voice emerged like an arrow.

You’ve always been like this. You belong to Hell but remain apart from it. Existing alone, untouched. A demon, yet not truly demonic. You always knew what demons would do next, what I would do next. You anticipated me and waited ahead of me at every turn.

But this... this you didn’t foresee, did you? You didn’t realize just how deeply my obsession with you runs.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

As Lilith raised her bloodied hand to cast a curse, Satan mercilessly crushed it under his foot. Yet Lilith let out a bright, innocent laugh. Hands weren’t the only way to spill blood, after all.

“Wirin once told me something,” she said with a smile. “That we demons are so weak to desire, we’ll destroy ourselves over it.”

“...You.”

“And here I am, proving it right. To think I’d rather die than let you go. I suppose I truly am a demon through and through.”

Drip, drip. Black blood slipped through her lips and fell to the ground. She had considered this possibility for a long time.

I wanted you to the very end. And you, in the end, rejected me.

Every time we met over these centuries, I wove the tiniest threads of a curse, ever so carefully, like a spider building its web. Slowly, meticulously, I wove it. You, constantly surrounded by the malice of demons, always fighting battles, never noticed.

You, so noble and aloof, could never understand a moth drawn to a flame. You couldn’t fathom how resentment turns to rage so easily, how it’s better to destroy something than to leave it unattainable.

“I’ll grant your wish. I’ll send you to the mortal world.”

Biting her tongue, she let the blood that carried her life force flow. The threads she had woven over centuries snapped tight in an instant, binding Satan in a net of death-fueled curses.

【My mentor, my friend, my betrayer, my enemy. Just as you made me lose everything, I will make you lose everything.】

The blood that spilled onto the floor transformed into the language of demons, scattering into the air. Satan’s face twisted in realization, too late to stop her.

Lilith laughed. Seeing her mentor in agony filled her with a twisted joy.

I’ve suffered for centuries because of you. I wanted you to understand that pain.

【You will be born into the lowest form of existence—a human—and survive only by feeding off their life force.】

This is your story of suffering.

【Endure eternity as a parasite, sucking the blood of pigs, and when the watchers find you, they will tear you apart.】

This is your story of humiliation.

【Eventually, you will face an adversary you cannot kill. And if you do kill them, your world will end.】

I will become your pain, your despair, your eternal shadow. Don’t forget me. My voice, my eyes, my life’s end. Carve the language of this curse into your mind and live your life regretting this day.

Be born as a feeble human. Live with their fragile heart, always in fear of when your “world” might end. Fear the day the watchers come to stab you with their blades, a terror you could never have felt in your once-strong body.

And every time you suffer, you’ll think of me. You’ll remember my voice, my pain. Perhaps one day, you’ll regret not accepting me. That will be the moment I truly own you.

No matter how strong you were, you can’t undo the curse I spent centuries crafting and completed with my death. I could only weaken your strength with my power, but this... this was worth everything.

With her final strength, Lilith looked up, memorizing the sight of Satan being dragged into the unknown form of a mortal. It was the most precious thing she had ever seen.

Her laughter echoed, twisted and broken.

A kingdom, unshakable and eternal, built from their ruin. A fortress no one could ever breach.

In Satan’s crimson eyes, fury blazed, yet it carried the essence of love.

Look, you love me too, don’t you?

Lilith smiled brightly, knowing she had made the right choice.

I’m happy. You’re finally mine.

The curse was complete. And as Lilith crumpled to the ground, giving her life for it, the last thing Satan saw was her collapsed form.

It hurt.

It hurt, hurt, hurt.

When Satan awoke in Adrian’s body for the first time, all he could feel was pain. A pain so overwhelming, no words could escape his lips except that singular thought.

At first, he didn’t even recognize it as pain. For over a millennium, as the supreme Satan, he had never experienced such a sensation.

Satan had transcended death. He was a being free from pain, disease, and suffering. His body was impenetrable, unyielding to even the sharpest blades. Not even Lilith, the queen of nightmares, could pierce his mind. Thunder, venom, illusions, and fire—all were useless before him.

But now? This body felt as though it carried every disease and affliction imaginable, all concentrated in one frail form. It was as though he were being stabbed by a thousand needles, yet the pain was far worse.

When his mouth opened, an infant’s wail tore through the air, shrill and unfamiliar. He didn’t even have time to process the haze clouding his vision before the searing pain left him gasping for breath.

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“Doctor, doctor! The young master is having another attack!”

“Ah, another seizure... There’s nothing more we can do. We’ve already administered the maximum dose of sedatives. Any more, and it’ll be dangerous.”

He couldn’t breathe. It felt as though someone were crushing his throat with malicious intent. His vision spun as he blacked out repeatedly, waking only to cry out in anguish.

If only he could move. If only he had a fragment of his former strength. But there was nothing—only a frail body trembling in its crib, consumed by impotent rage.

I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.

But unconsciousness claimed him once more.

Weeks turned into months, the endless cycle of seizures, blood, and unconsciousness dragging on. Eventually, Adrian stopped crying. The pain remained unbearable, but he realized that wasting energy on crying would only make things worse. He endured it silently, his stillness offering a false hope to those around him.

“Do you think he’s getting better? He’s stopped crying altogether.”

“Maybe. But the doctor said his condition is worsening.”

Late at night, as the servants whispered in his room, Adrian’s mind burned with irritation. Be quiet.

Today, he had barely managed a few sips of milk before vomiting blood and burning with fever. His body was utterly drained.

“Do you think he has some kind of speech impairment? Poor Madam. After losing her first child and finally giving birth to him, only for this to happen. It’s sad, really. But kind of ironic too.”

“Shh! Be careful what you say!”