The Lilith s back story

The night air was colder than I expected. The mansion’s walls disappeared behind me as I slipped through the garden gate, heart hammering, every step echoing like a countdown to freedom.

Aiden and Seraphina were waiting by the old service road, but for a moment, I stopped. My eyes caught something across the narrow lane — an old, crumbling house, its balcony rusted, paint peeling.

Kaseem’s house.

I hadn’t thought of that name in years. The boy from my neighborhood — the one who could make the whole street laugh just by showing up. He was older, confident, effortlessly charming. Everyone said he was a flirt, a playboy who’d never stay serious about anyone. But to me… he was everything.

I was in seventh grade when I first noticed him. He’d tease me, call me chhoti, ask if I’d done my homework before running off with his friends. I’d pretend to be annoyed, but my heart would race every time I saw him. For two years, I liked him in silence. He never knew. And then one day, he was just gone — his family moved away, no goodbyes, no promises. Just an empty house and an echo of his laughter that stayed long after he left.

Now, standing in front of that same house — broken, quiet, forgotten — I felt a strange ache in my chest.

It reminded me of who I used to be. A girl who believed in laughter, who still thought love could be simple, who hadn’t yet learned what power, fear, and betrayal could do to a person.

I took one last look at the balcony where he used to lean and laugh with his friends. Then I turned away.

Because that girl — the one who liked Kaseem — she didn’t exist anymore.

Now, there was only Lilith.

And Lilith had a war to fight.

The sound of my footsteps faded into the night. I let the memory of Kaseem’s laughter dissolve in the cold air and turned toward the waiting shadows where Aiden and Seraphina stood.

“Are you done remembering the past?” Aiden whispered, impatience edged with worry.

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a small, humorless smile. “The past can wait. The future’s running out.”

Seraphina handed me a small backpack — the one we’d packed hours ago, filled with the evidence that could destroy our father’s empire. “We have ten minutes before the cameras reset,” she said, glancing at her watch. “After that, we’re ghosts or corpses. Pick one.”

We moved fast. The gravel crunched beneath our feet as we slipped along the side of the mansion, through the overgrown hedge and toward the old service gate. The air smelled of rain and danger. Every gust of wind made the branches creak like warnings.

Aiden crouched by the power box. Sparks flashed faintly as he bypassed the final lock. “Done,” he muttered. “Go.”

We sprinted across the open path, hearts pounding, the mansion’s security lights flickering behind us. For a heartbeat, freedom was real — the gate, the road beyond, the city lights faint in the distance.

Then — a sound.

A low click.

A spotlight flared to life.

“Run!” I hissed.

We scattered. Seraphina ducked behind the shrubs, Aiden dived toward the gate’s control panel, and I froze — light flooding my face.

“Lilith.” The voice was deep. Familiar. It crawled under my skin like fire.

My father’s head of security — Malik. The same man who’d once carried me on his shoulders as a child. Now, his gun was pointed at my chest.

“Your father said you might try something stupid,” he said quietly. “But this… this isn’t just stupid, Lilith. This is suicide.”

I stepped closer, my voice low, steady. “Maybe. But at least it’s my choice.”

He hesitated — just for a second — and that was enough.

Aiden’s voice cracked through the night: “Now!”

The explosion wasn’t big, but it was loud enough — a flash of white light, a burst of smoke from the power box. The spotlight died. I didn’t wait to see who moved next. Seraphina grabbed my hand, Aiden yanked the gate open, and we ran.

Through the dark, through the rain, through the roar of alarms that began to scream behind us.

The mansion — our prison, our curse — disappeared in the distance.

For the first time in years, I was free.

But deep inside, I knew freedom wouldn’t last. My father would come for us. He always did.

And next time… he wouldn’t send guards.

He’d come himself.

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