"Sir Casagon....this.." Casagon looked up at the devious full moon and felt raged tears trickling down his irises contrasting with emerald green. His Lilith was so unfortunate, born amidst war she had lived her entire life immersed in the shadows of evil and he was an incompetent person that could do nothing to help.

"Ca-sagon.." Dribbling down his cheeks, even the eyes of the great commander that has seen blood rives now cried in helplessness upon seeing Vzeus lying on his deathbed and uttering his last words.

"This one has let you down imperial uncle. This one deserves to die thousands of deaths."

Lilith had defied all laws, let her life on line and ran away from the Great Eastern Deserts only to surrender herself in Gaerin. She had fought off soldiers of imperial army and freed Vzeus from the captivity, took permission from that bastard King Kyzm and sent Vzeus to the border city of Crig. Physicians that were hired to bring back Vzeus to health could do nothing it seemed. It was like a disease that festered faster every single day, spreading to each part of his body.

Hollowed cheeks with lifelessness prevailing in those violet irises that once shone brighter than the sun looked deeper into Casagon's orbs as if reading his soul.

"Casagon....m-my daughter....my s-son. Th-ey must....they must live...live even if it means to k-kill everything c-crossing their paths....they must live-"

As if a beast of the night was wounded till his bones were torn off flesh, Prince Vzeus looked at the broken hut's ceiling and felt a tear trickling down his face. His soulmate Lyra, her love to him. Her trust devoted to him and her sufferings all played as a scroll of pictures before his eyes. The birth of Lilith and then her being separated from him, his wife's sorrow and the birth of Yialos whom they could not even bring out in the world.

There was no god, humans were no longer humane and monsters were no longer evil, all wolves were under sheep's skin.

He was dying now but those devils' that were left alive, they must pay for their sins.

"UNCLE! UNCLE! IMPERIAL UNCLE OPEN YOUR EYES!" His own words were broken shards that melted like molten iron into his ears, the moment Vzeus lost his breath was the moment the entire night fell into never-ending darkness followed by the painful symphony that was woven.

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"This duke greets the crown princess, her highness Artilia." Pure snow skirt that flowed like honey with the chasing wind stopped steps away from the man as he bowed down and held onto the hem of the dress's ribbon and pressed a chaste kiss to the silk fabric.

"One has heard that her highness is being abandoned by the crown prince for bringing shame to him." Exquisitely carved fingers came forward to grasp a single strand of a long hair and brought the locks close to his eyes as if praying through it with his cerulean irises closed. The moment they opened again a sinister smile was released and then he saw other women standing with the crown princess.

If it was anyone else, the personal maids of the crown princess would have come forward and chased him away but not this man who towered over them with a devious smile. Since the moment Princess Artilia was married to Crown Prince Zorah, it was widely spread in the imperial palace that Archduke Aeon was raged to the extent of insanity.

People speculated that the reason this was happening was that Aeon was cousins with Artilia yet his over-possessiveness made people look at the two of them with suspicion. Only the goddess was aware what went into the mind of Archduke Aeon yet the first time Zorah was known to abuse his wife was the day Aeon had dragged Zorah throughout the imperial palace and broke his hands.

When even the cruel Prince Ragel who could not control his son was known of the fact neither he nor the King could absolutely do anything, getting into Aeon's way was not what anyone would ever want.

Out of the three type of people that existed in the world, one that knew wisdom, second that were foolish and third that even if you decapitate their head and take out entire blood, they would still make sure to kill you before they were dead themselves...... that was Aeon.

After that incident Aeon was banished from Gaerin by Empress Mother Daphne and all the servants that saw Zorah being disgraced were sentenced to death yet that one incident made Crown Prince Zorah so afraid that he never tried to have any physical relationship with Artilia.

"Artilia, do you wish this prince to kill that impudent person for you?" Gasps were heard all around and the ladies in waiting quickly disappeared, trying not to listen to the words which might made their lives disappear.

"Archduke is this one's savior and not one but numerous times had held my hand when everyone left this princess.....but this one believes that this time you are not here to meet me, the servants are gone Aeon but they will come back soon so say whatever you want to." Aeon smiled at the person infront of him not telling her that one day that time will come..

"My sincere apologies to princess Semeara, this one did not thought of meeting you here." Princess Semeara( Lilith disguised) had ten ladies in waiting, maids and lower servants, that seemed to fawn over the princess yet in reality were the spies of Imperial Consort Jeansen that made Lilith's each step difficult and seemingly impossible so now Aeon had gotten rid of them for her.

"What does the prince wants to talk to this one?"

A laughter followed by a sneer that did not had an ounce of warmth that was there earlier for Artilia was bestowed at Lilith.

"Foolish woman, you think you pretending to be princess Semeara would change anything, the imperial family of Gaerin is filled with evil wolves who would not even leave your bones. Its time you see the truth-"

"Archduke Aeon....what are you doing with Princess Semeara?" Consort Jeansen removed the silk curtain and came forward.