Chapter 565
"You are mine, and only mine. Anyone who covets you is my enemy."
I'm so sorry, Lilith, Kama, I didn't mean to. Although, seeing your barely suppressed Jealousy expression is really quite amusing.
Kama thought to himself.
On the other end of the communication, Lilith's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.
You are mine, and only mine... Anyone who covets you is my enemy...
Melusine's calm yet undeniably authoritative declaration pierced Lilith's heart with every word. Once upon a time, she had said something similar to Novia, but what did she receive in return? Deeper silence, or...? She no longer wanted to remember.
That woman...
That dragon who appeared later, like an ice cube... what makes her so special?!
What gives them the right to say such things with such a matter-of-fact tone, as if they were proclaiming the truth?!
And Novia... Novia... he actually... he didn't refute it?!
Even...
Lilith could almost picture Novia's slightly indulgent expression at that moment.
Wrath, like a maggot clinging to a bone, began to gnaw at her heart.
The time spent at the ice cream shop didn't last long, after all, Akihabara's charm extends far beyond that.
After leaving the ice cream shop, Melusine still clung intimately to Novia's arm, while Metatron was on the other side, almost being dragged along by Novia. She seemed to have taken the motto "If you can sit, don't stand; if you can lie down, don't sit" to the extreme. If Novia hadn't tempted her with delicious food from time to time, she probably would have just collapsed on the ground and refused to move.
Afterwards, the group entered a Game Center filled with deafening music and flashing neon lights.
"Master! I want to play that!" Metatron seemed to have been suddenly injected with energy, pointing to a brand-new Fighting Game, his eyes sparkling with rare excitement.
"Do you know how to play?" Novia raised an eyebrow, looking at her eager yet clearly lacking in athletic ability.
"Of course! I am the King of Angel... Waaah..."
Metatron was interrupted halfway through her sentence by a stumble that nearly tripped her, but Novia caught her in time.
"Alright, I'll take you." Novia's tone was clearly teasing, but she still took her hand and led her to the game console.
As expected, Metatron was clumsy and incompetent in the game, proving to be 'very weak' in every sense of the word.
You want to throw a punch, but the character on the screen just spins in place; you want to dodge, but you run headfirst into your opponent's attack.
Metatron puffed out his cheeks in anger, making a pitiful "woof woof" sound. Then he looked back at Novia with a pitiful expression, his eyes brimming with tears, looking as if he was about to cry.
She did it on purpose, of course.
As a homebody Angel whose motto is Sloth, and also the Queen of Angel, how could she possibly be unable to react to the combos and reflexes of a mere Fighting Game? The Answer is that Metatron knew that Lilith and Kama were secretly watching and deliberately came to annoy them. Of course, there was also a genuine desire to enjoy No's "special attention" as well.
As Metatron had predicted, Novia came up behind her, reached out and gently wrapped her arms around her from behind, taking her hands that were holding the game controller.
His chin was almost touching the top of Metatron's head, his warm breath brushing against her ear...
Hehe, well, that's just how it is, Lilith. Metatron is the victor now.
"See that, Lilith?" Kama's voice carried a hint of mockery, but upon closer listening, one could also detect a trace of Jealousy that even she herself didn't realize. "Novia is really... patient with them. Teaching them how to play the game step by step, that kind of treatment, tsk tsk, not everyone gets to receive that, especially with that good-for-nothing Metatron, she's practically spoiling him rotten."
To be fair, Kama also experienced this kind of treatment.
After all, she adopted the reincarnation of Kavia during her time in India, and within a few years she began to live the life of a useless Goddess, including but not limited to being woken up, brushing her teeth, and bathing with her child.
Therefore, Kama's truest thought at this moment regarding Metatron was—"Damn it! This is clearly a privilege reserved only for me!"
However, this time Lilith did not respond; she simply listened and watched quietly.
However,
On what grounds... on what grounds...?
Wrath grew wildly in Lilith's heart like weeds, but the Sorrow frozen deep within her began to melt under the burning heat of Wrath, turning into scalding lava that seared her very core.
The noise from the Game Center gradually faded away, and the three of them seemed to be strolling casually through the streets of Akihabara again.
Kama's voice also became somewhat intermittent, as if the signal was unstable, or perhaps it was an effect she deliberately created.
"... They seem to be heading home now... Hmph, that Kuonji mansion, it's bound to bring trouble again... Lilith, are you alright? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you bored? Well, considering the degree, it's completely pointless to care..."
Kuonji
Metatron would lazily climb off Novia like a wife returning home with her husband, complaining, "Lord, so slow!" while seemingly wanting to move a little more. Then, due to her Sloth, she would stick back to him like a koala, asking him to massage her shoulders and legs. Meanwhile, Melusine would quietly lie at his feet, occasionally rubbing her head against his calves and making satisfied sounds.
"Novia," Melusine's voice rang out clearly in the quiet Hall, "I'm very happy today."
She stood up and gently cupped Novia's face in her hands, her movements natural and intimate, as if they had spent countless years together like this.
Then, Novia lowered her head.
This is the simplest affirmation, yet also the most fatal declaration.
Lilith gripped her arm tightly, her nails almost drawing blood. The black flames of despair and Wrath swirling within her were nearing their peak.
As for Metatron's words, as Novia looked down at Melusine, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled upwards. She snuggled closer to Novia, placed a finger between them, then put the finger pointing towards Novia to her lips, uttering a satisfied murmur, "I am also Novia's lover."
Suddenly, Lilith's breath almost stopped; she had a premonition that she was about to hear the Answer she least wanted to hear.
That's enough, that's enough...
She could no longer endure this torture-like "listening."
That kind of
That voice, strong enough to melt her heart, that response she had always longed for—
"Yes, my love."
Boom!!!!!
It was as if a Thunderbolt from the Universe had struck Lilith hard on the head.
My mind went completely blank in an instant. All sounds, all images, all sensations were utterly crushed and annihilated by Novia's gentle yet final Judgment, "Yes, my love."
"Spouse?"
As Lilith watched all this, tears streamed down her face. Her voice was hoarse and barely audible. Those two words felt like a massive boulder crashing down on her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
My love... he admitted it... he kissed her and said, 'My love...' He actually admitted that those two women were his lovers!
"Clearly... clearly, with just one sentence... even a lie... I could... tell me... why is this?"
Lilith's consciousness was almost consumed by this surging emotion.
Her memories surged uncontrollably back to that evening in the Garden of Eden, when she transformed into a human full of anticipation, offering him everything, only to be met with his cold rejection and averted gaze.
Why?!
Why can they do it, but I can't?!
What is it about me that I lack compared to them?! For you, I abandoned my divinity, shattered my Divine Body, and willingly became a weapon in your hands, slaughtering gods for you! I even... bore your child, becoming the 'human' you loved! But you... you didn't even give me a perfunctory reply!
I feel disgusted, I feel like throwing up, it's so inexplicable, I feel so uncomfortable, so painful, so desperate, so Wrath, I want to cry, I want to die--
"Be Wrath."
Alone and utterly forlorn, she uttered these words in a hoarse voice, filled with an almost endless sorrow.
"This is... the only... eternal... gift I can give you."
Lilith possesses a specific EX Noble Phantasm categorized as 'Anti- Novia,' with an effective range that is infinite under certain conditions, up to a maximum of Novia alone.
He (Novia) would never truly understand himself, but would only despise himself, therefore--
Just as I love you so much, I will hate you until the end of the world.
Just like you don't care about me at all.
The Noble Phantasm is--
To my beloved, in this bewildered and uncertain Wrath (For God)
Lilith Wrath that Novia would rather give Metatron "insignificant love" than give her even the slightest bit of perfunctory affection, when all she longed for was a word that would allow her to immerse herself in a false dream.
Wrath! A Wrath person is a slave to himself.
Kama seemed to have also noticed the unusual Od fluctuations from Lilith's side. She stopped her gloating "live Livestream" and asked somewhat uneasily:
"Hey, Lilith? Are you... alright? Your aura... is strange..."
In response, Lilith let out a shriek that was suppressed to the extreme, yet filled with boundless Wrath and sorrow.
"W (Vietnam) Y (Asia)... W (Vietnam) Y (Asia)!!!"
The next moment, within that pristine white space, the pure, destructive "Wrath," capable of incinerating everything, transformed into a tangible storm that swept across everything.
Her form began to change drastically; her smooth silver hair danced wildly, and pale white wings suddenly unfurled from her back. These were not her usual small bat wings, but enormous wings that exuded an ominous aura, like those of a fallen Angel. Her pale green eyes were filled with rage, and the Od emanating from her was no longer simply "love" or "hate," but the purest and most primal force—
Wrath.
In Old Testament mythology, there is a prophet named Samael, but in the Talmud, where Lilith makes an appearance, Samael officially becomes one of the Seven Archangels.
They were the first Angel to successfully create life when God created the world.
He is Metatron's arch-rival.
In the Greek the Apocalypse of Baruch, he is the main evil figure, who planted the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. He was then banished and cursed by God, and in revenge, he transformed into a serpent to tempt Adam and Eve into sin.
Its name has the meaning of "God's malice" or "God's poison".
He is known as the 'King of Evil', the 'Messenger of Evil', the 'Lord of the Wall', and the 'Chosen One/Selector of Evil'.
According to legend, it was once a powerful assistant to the gods on both sides.
One day, God commanded Samael to kneel before Adam and submit to him. Upon hearing this, Samael retorted, "Why should I, an Angel, kneel before a mere human being made of dust?" With that, he left Kingdom of Heaven or Garden of Eden, choosing a path entirely different from God and the Angel, becoming the Demon King, the embodiment of Wrath.
The so-called Angel are merely manifestations of myths sung by humankind; they are simply vessels of power and ceremonial garments of concepts.
This legend is the embodiment of Lilith's abandonment of the goddess Anat, becoming human and escaping from the Garden of Eden.
Sometimes it is confused with Kamael, Angel Kamael name means "one who seeks God".
The Noble Phantasm 'To My Beloved One, With This Wandering and Uncertain Wrath' is precisely the Noble Phantasm that Lilith embodies in "Wrath".
After becoming Wrath, Lilith will gain the power of Samael, one of the Seven Archangels representing "Wrath," or Kamael, who seeks God. It is not about assimilation or treating them as one, but rather that the Angel costume 'Samael / Kamael' was born because of her deeds, and she is the true master.
Therefore, what is revealed at this moment is its true name—
Lilith Samael / Kamael.
Novia had just put down her cup of Black Tea when she paused slightly.
He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the roof of the Kuonji residence.
The wind stopped.
Lilith, this time I won't let you leave again.
569: An eye for an eye, a tongue for a tongue (6k)
The unusual sky speaks for itself, and something extraordinary can be seen at the edge of the horizon.
That was Red Storm.
Like blood, like a giant jaw, a red curtain swaying as if it were about to sweep across the world is actually the manifestation of Wrath, Original Sin.
"Let me see your Wrath."
Before he could finish speaking, a soft thud was heard, not from an explosion of power, but from Novia taking a step forward.
That step felt like stepping on some kind of musical string, creating invisible ripples that spread outwards.
Novia has no intention of engaging in a full-scale battle with Lilith in the mansion of the Kuonji Witch.
This mansion is the only "gift" that Alice's parents left to that Witch, carrying the memories of their deceased loved ones.
Novia thought that Alice certainly didn't want this small piece of land, which was so precious to her, to become a battlefield.
So,
He merely raised his head slightly.
Those clear, azure eyes, as deep as the ocean, clearly reflected Lilith's figure rushing towards them from the other side of their field of vision.
The two did not make eye contact.
Because Lilith kept her eyes tightly closed the entire time, her long eyelashes casting dim shadows on her Wrath eyelids, even the Serpent of Wisdom coiled around her, subtly concealing her vital parts—that ancient being from Garden of Eden, symbolizing the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil —raised its head high in fear, close to Lilith's chin, its small pupils flashing with instinctive dread, resolutely avoiding Novia's gaze.