Chapter 03 – Page 04/05

Lillia: I am not a villain

After centuries of collecting information and eating a few enchanters who dared to cross the desert, Lillia noticed that the number of enchanters began to dwindle. Until one day she hears the great news from one of the travelers: the great war between enchanters and Luzas has taken place, enchanters have emerged victorious and banished all Luzas to a kingdom called Norvashan. Lillia couldn’t contain her laughter and gasped at the news, “Where is your great power, now? Great Tzaphk?”. Unlike her fellow Luzas, who had been banished to the desolate realm of Norvashan, Lillia had chosen a different path, one that led her to the heart of human society. It was a decision born of curiosity, a desire to observe the evolution of those once-powerful charmers who had lost their enchanting abilities during the devastating conflict. For Lillia, it was their inner turmoil, their relentless ambition, and the gnawing terror of their fading powers that fascinated her most. In them, she saw a reflection of her own desires, a twisted mirror of the ambition that had driven her to commit unspeakable acts.

“Ah, humans,” she mused with a knowing smile, her lips curving in a sardonic arc. “Creatures driven by ambition and fear. How I relish the chaos that brews within their hearts.”

Her infiltration into human society had been a calculated move, a meticulously crafted plan to rise in power among them. She had taken on the guise of a villager in the kingdom of Aranor, captivated by the striking contrast of her white hair, against the ebony skin and golden eyes. Without a shadow of a doubt, that was the most beautiful form she had ever absorbed during her existence. Over the years, she had climbed the ranks in the kingdom, insinuating herself into the highest echelons of their royalty until she became one of the king’s trusted advisors.

Lillia chuckled softly, her voice dripping with irony. “Oh, the lengths I’ve gone to climb this wretched ladder of power. It’s always more satisfying when you steal it.”

Yet, her focus was not solely on her newfound position of influence. Unbeknownst to her, a mysterious phenomenon was occurring. The Luzas were inexplicably returning to Earth, merging with humans who were regaining their long-lost enchanting powers. These unholy unions gave birth to chaotic creatures known as Shallows, beings that defied the natural order and threatened to plunge the world into further chaos. But where others saw destruction and turmoil, Lillia saw beauty—a harbinger of a new world, one born from the corruption of the universal order created by Kana and Zawa.

“Chaos,” she whispered to the desert winds, her voice barely louder than a breath of wind, “is the poetry of existence, the harbinger of a new dawn.”

However, a formidable obstacle had emerged in her path – Nova, a charmer who staunchly opposed the unrestrained emergence of the Shallows. Nova’s unwavering determination to prevent these chaotic beings from breaking free and wreaking havoc posed a significant threat to Lillia’s plans. Nova had rallied other charmers to her cause, forming a faction that sought to maintain order and suppress the encroaching chaos.

Lillia, ever the manipulator, had her own designs to tip the balance in her favor. Her sights were set on Aiden, one of her protégés, a young charmer with immense potential. Aiden possessed the rare ability to command fire, a power that embodied the perfect blend of raw might and chaotic potential. Lillia believed that he held the key to unlocking the true potential of the Shallows and reshaping the world according to her vision.

One evening, in the shadow of the castle, Lillia approached Aiden as he practiced controlling the flames that danced at his fingertips. She moved with the sensuous grace that was her trademark, her golden eyes fixed on him with a predatory glint.

“Aiden,” she purred, her voice like a seductive whisper, “impressive as always. Your control over fire grows stronger with each passing day.”

Aiden turned to her, a mixture of awe and reverence in his eyes. He had always looked up to Lillia, seeing in her a mentor and a guide. “Thank you, Lillia. I owe much of my progress to Nova’s teachings.”

Lillia circled him slowly, her movements as sinuous as a serpent’s. “You have potential, Aiden, more than you can possibly imagine,” she said, her voice filled with a tantalizing promise. “But your loyalty to Nova and her cause holds you back. She fears the Shallows, fears the chaos they represent.”

Aiden frowned, torn between his loyalty to Nova and his desire to unlock the full extent of his powers. “Nova only wants to protect our world from further chaos. Is that not a noble goal?”

Lillia chuckled, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes in a desert breeze. “Noble, perhaps, but limited in vision. A world without chaos is a stagnant one, devoid of growth and evolution. The Shallows offer a chance for something new, something beautiful.”

As Lillia spoke, she wove a subtle web of manipulation, stoking the flames of Aiden’s ambition and sowing seeds of doubt about Nova’s cause. Her sensuality was a potent weapon, and it wrapped around him like a seductive embrace, clouding his judgment and loyalty.

“Aiden,” she continued, her voice now a sultry whisper, “imagine the power you could wield, the world you could shape, with the Shallows at your command. Together, we could unlock their true potential and reshape the very fabric of reality.”