Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy Five

Lilith's POV

The memories continue to fill up any consciousness.

A strange and unabating voice wakes me from my light slumber.

It's not particularly saying many words, but it's happy nevertheless, and the aura accompanying the person is addictively more-ish.

They seem blissfully unaware and happy, content with their surroundings which confounds me.

Where are they? Are they close??

Their room seems dark, maybe with the ambience of red.

Yes, yes, I can see what they can. It's as if they are sharing their secret with me.

I wonder if they are another of the long line of children Damian keeps. I mean, they must be, to be around here.

I lay silently for a while, soaking up their energy, afraid that they might go silent again if I spoke or tried to communicate. I need this, the happiness from an untainted person.

I can't really explain with words how happy and content the being makes me feel by just sharing their... innocence.

I think, perhaps, it's maybe because I'm alone and I hate bein