Chapter 4

A familiar heat began to slowly awaken from the deepest part of my body, like a dormant volcano beginning to stir again.

The feeling of fullness had long since vanished. After a day of frantic self-harm and intense emotional turmoil, her energy was severely depleted. Now, a new, sharper sense of emptiness began to gnaw at her nerves once more.

Her purple eyes, dry of tears, slowly opened.

The original despair and sorrow are fading away at a visible speed, being replaced by a gradually intensifying, eerie purple light.

My body's sensitivity has returned, even surpassed before. The touch of the cold ground and the flow of air have begun to transform into subtle, irritatingly pleasurable sensations.

Pure, instinctive hunger.

It's not about food, but about the essence of life, the burning desire for male virility, the hunger for the all-consuming pleasure of peak intercourse.

The memories in my mind—the confessions, the pain, the self-loathing—began to blur, as if viewed through a thick layer of frosted glass. They remained, but could no longer stir any emotion within me.

Instead, there were countless images of **** pleasure from last night, the farmer's thick, hot touch, and the thrill and satisfaction of life's essence bursting into the body.

"Ugh..." An ****, sweet moan escaped from her throat.

She slowly stood up, her movements no longer stiff and ****, but softened and alluring once more. She looked down at her bare body, a hint of fascination flashing in her purple eyes. Her fingertips traced the fullness of her breasts, sending a familiar shiver down her spine.

"I'm hungry..." She licked her lips, her voice now completely back to its lazy and seductive tone.

Her gaze drifted beyond the lair's entrance, to the edge of the kingdom shrouded in night. She could smell the scent of distant villages carried on the wind. The scent of fear… and, more importantly, the scent of vibrant males.

A cruel yet alluring smile appeared on her lips.

The Sword of Annihilation lay quietly at her feet, and she didn't even glance at it again.

She gently flapped her small bat wings and took flight, like a purple ghost, gliding into the night once more.

A new hunt has begun. This time, the speed is faster, the movements are more silent, and the desire in their eyes is more naked and greedy.

She was no longer confined to remote farmhouses. Ranches, patrolling soldiers' outposts, and even the outskirts of taverns in outlying towns... all became her hunting grounds.

A drunkard returning home late was stopped at the alley entrance by a purple figure. He froze the moment he met those purple eyes, and was then dragged into the darkness like a puppet. Moments later, only a desiccated corpse remained, discarded in a garbage dump.

Two soldiers on night patrol, resting at the edge of the woods, were attacked by a sudden fragrance and a ghostly figure. Their fine armor and weapons offered no protection; under the powerful alluring magic and lightning-fast attack, they quickly succumbed, their life **** drained away in ecstasy.

Fear, like a plague, began to spread rapidly in these places where people had only heard of the legend of Lilith.

"It's that succubus! She's back!" "More terrifying than the legends! She's not even afraid of the Holy Symbol!" "John and Tom are dead! Just skin and bones!" "Absolutely no going out tonight! Lock the doors and windows!"

Rumors spread, and fear gripped the land. A thick, ominous shadow of terror hung over the borderlands. People locked their doors at nightfall, praying the sun would never set. The king's bounty was raised again, but this time, no one dared to accept it lightly. Even the mighty Sword Saint Renn had perished; who else could possibly defeat this demon?

The campaign failed. It was a complete and utter failure.

Lilith has not only been reborn, but has also become more greedy, more unpredictable, and more... deadly.

She soared through the night, feeling the fear carried on the wind, savoring the trembling of her prey and the ultimate blissful sacrifice. With each meal, her strength seemed to increase, her radiance to grow, and her allure to become even more astonishing.

Occasionally, during the extremely brief intervals after a full meal, the afterimage of the figure named Raine might let out a sigh that no one could hear.

But soon, they will be completely overwhelmed by new waves of hunger and desire.

Deep within her lair, the Sword of Annihilation lay quietly in a corner, gradually being covered by a dark purple fungal carpet, as if burying a long-lost legend.

And a new legend—or rather, an ancient nightmare—once again shrouded the land. Lilith remained the embodiment of eternal desire and ****, whose very name could send shivers down one's spine.

Night is her kingdom. Fear is her sustenance. And on the edge of the kingdom, she weeps silently, awaiting a dawn that may never come.