Lilith's POV Balance is a lie. The child won’t stop crying. At first, it annoyed me.Now—it pleases me. The sound echoes through the cave, sharp and thin, scraping against my nerves in a way that makes my skin prickle. The cries bounce off the stone walls, circle back, crawl inside my head. Each sob is a reminder that I am standing at the center of something vast and terrible.Something is right. “Hush,” I said softly, crouching beside the altar. “You cry like you don’t understand your place in this.”The baby’s tiny face is red, twisted in fear. Moonlight clings to their skin, glowing faintly beneath the dirt and blood. That glow used to unsettle me.Now it excites me. I reach out and brush my fingers across the child’s cheek. The scream sharpens.I inhale slowly, deeply. “Yes,” I whisper. “That’s it.”The shadows around us ripple, responding to my pleasure. They curl tighter, closer, like loyal pets. The blood sigils on the floor pulse in time with the child’s cries, and I feel th
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