Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Three

Lilith’s POV

I hate to be up to here on the pretence of needing to be away from my place.

I hate to be here in Celeste’s home when I know she’s condemned my child, her grandchild, to the same fate she doomed me to.

She’s supposed to love her own.

Isn’t that what they say about a mother?

That they should love their child unconditionally and protect them with their whole life… even if that means dying for said child to protect them.

Celeste has never been a good mother.

She made me knowing I would go down to earth to live the life I have.

She planted me down on earth herself, knowing it would be days, if not weeks, before her ‘Hati’ would come for me.

I don’t remember much of my young childhood, but I do have the two crying nightmares of rolling around in a car through the woods as the metal warped and crushed in on itself around me.

And him, I remember Damian.

Always him, he was always the one there whenever I didn’t need him.

I’ve long since stormed away from Celeste. Too angry to be i