Surviving as a Maid in a Horror Game

“Father!”

“Return to your room at once!”

With a roar of rage, she was shoved back into her room in an instant. The door slammed shut behind her, and the seal of the Lord’s magic appeared over it. Lilith glared furiously at her father from the other side of the door. Not only had he refused to hand over the throne, but now he wouldn’t even allow her to meet Satan. She couldn’t forgive him for this.@@novelbin@@

The longer she was barred from seeing Satan, the more her anger intertwined with a growing sense of unease. The thought of why her mentor hadn’t come to see her was eating away at her. It made her restless, anxious beyond reason. Her mentor would never abandon her—of that, she was certain. Lilith gnawed on her nails until they splintered as her thoughts spiraled. The only explanation she could come up with was that her father was deliberately keeping them apart. He was clinging to his throne.

If his daughter could command Satan, who he could only bind through pacts, it would undermine his authority. Simply showcasing her control over Satan to the other demons would earn her more respect than he ever commanded.

After a year of being locked away in her room, Lilith made her decision. She would dethrone her father. She chose to become a ruthless usurper instead of a rightful successor.

Instead of breaking down the door, Lilith used her dreams to connect with her subordinates and began conspiring for rebellion.

Once I take the throne, I can make Satan my consort.

The words whispered in her mind like a spell, taking root in her thoughts. She started rallying powerful allies to her side: nightmare demons, werewolves, hellhounds, ifrits, cerberuses, and balrogs—all the strongest beings she could find.

The day she secured the loyalty of the mightiest among them, Lilith escaped her imprisonment and declared war. A war that would rage for centuries.

“Daughter, you don’t need to start a war. The throne will naturally pass to you in time. Why tarnish your name with rebellion?”

“The throne that is rightfully mine, I will take with my own hands, O former king.”

A battle erupted between the protector and the usurper. Between the one who clung to the throne and the one determined to seize it. Lilith longed for Satan to side with her. But Satan, as the Lord’s sword and hammer of justice, led the charge against the usurper.

The current king and the future king. Many clans chose to follow the latter, but just as many stayed loyal to the former, especially those close to Satan, the Lord’s oldest ally and supreme commander.

Every time Lilith saw Satan on the battlefield, she howled with betrayal and despair. Yet, paradoxically, her love for him only deepened.

With the crimson sky at his back, he was devastatingly beautiful.

“Commander, the Cerberus unit is advancing. Should we attack?”

The question came from Agareth, the deputy commander for this battle. But Satan did not respond. He stood there, staring at the air with an unnerving stillness. His gaze was so vacant that an uninformed observer might mistake it for fear-induced paralysis.

The ground shook violently as the Cerberuses charged forward. Agareth, growing more anxious, repeated his question, but Satan remained silent.

What is he thinking? Cerberuses are fearless, relentless creatures. Once they sink their teeth into their target, they never let go. We need to act now if we want to stop them.

“Commander, we need your orders!”