Seeing that she didn't get any reaction from Omen, the girl couldn't help but ask, facepalming.
"…do you really not know anything about yourself, ay, Master?"
"…"
Lilith brushed a strand of his messy black hair aside and continued.
"You asked me before, right?" she said, her voice quiet but clear. "About what we are… ghouls."
Omen blinked and looked up at her.
Her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, reflecting the flicker of the fire like bloodied glass.
"Yeah," he said. "You said you were one too… but what does that even mean?"
Lilith's gaze softened, but there was a strange depth to it.
"Ghouls are not born like humans," she began, her tone turning colder.
"We used to be human. Every ghoul traces their origin back to humanity. But somewhere along the line…something went wrong."
Omen stayed silent, listening carefully.
"There are two kinds of us," she continued, her voice low and steady. "The first are the royal ghouls, those who were born dead, but still carry the complete bloodline of our ancestors. They're pure, powerful, and immortal in a way. The others…"
She paused. "The others are…failures. Humans who die, but are brought back through forbidden relics or half-baked resurrection rituals.
They're unstable.
Half alive, half gone.
Their minds rot first, then their bodies follow."
Her words lingered in the air, heavy.
Omen frowned. "So…you're one of the royals?"
Lilith gave a small, humorless smile. "I was supposed to be."
She tilted her head slightly, her long black hair falling over her shoulder. "My parents were part of the original royal line, the oldest blood in fact. But I was…different."
Her tone dropped, "I was weak. I didn't have the strength of my brothers. Couldn't control my hunger. Couldn't even mutate properly. So, they cast me out. Said I'd only bring shame to our name."
The embers of the bornfire flickered across her face as she stared into the flames, her eyes distant.
For the first time, Omen saw something fragile in her, something real.
Not the cold girl who had sliced a monster to pieces. Just someone who had been thrown away.
He didn't say anything, as he took it all in.
The boy hadn't fully realised the fact until now that the girl he was hanging out with was literally a walking corpse.
Well, a living, breathing corpse if he was to be exact.
What was even worse was that the syaten which is usually made to help the players get aquinted with the game is totally useless here, not worth even more than crap.
All this relevation only made Omen question more about why he bestowed the race of a half ghoul half human, not to forget that the implications of this could go as far as the fact that maybe he was also just a 'dead character' like Lilith in the gane.
Lilith took a quiet breath and continued, "Our race passes everything down through Sutras, old scrolls and scriptures filled with our bloodline's teachings and techniques.
They're sacred to us.
Even the Ghoul King himself left his knowledge behind in those Sutras. They're how our kind remembers who we are."
Her hand reached into her space ring and pulled out an old, blackened book, the one they'd found in the ruins. Its cover looked ancient, covered in thin cracks like dried veins, with faint markings glowing faintly across the surface.
Omen raised his head slightly to look.
The shift made him aware of how soft her thighs were beneath him, cold to the touch, yet strangely comforting.
His face reddened a bit, but he quickly looked away so the girl wouldn't notice him.
Lilith noticed, of course.
The corner of her lip twitched upward, but she didn't say anything.
"This," she said, holding the book up, "is a Sutra too." Her red eyes scanned the old cover carefully.
"But it's not one I've ever heard of. It's not from my clan. And if it was lying in those ruins…it might be something older.
Maybe even forgotten."
Omen frowned. "You said you can't teach me yours?"
Lilith nodded. "It's forbidden. Our bloodline Sutra is bound to our souls. Sharing it with someone outside the line would destroy both of us."
"Then what about this one?" Omen asked, nodding toward the book.
"That's the strange part."
She opened it carefully. The first few pages were written in some kind of ancient, swirling text, symbols almost alive with faint red light.
"From what I can understand…this Sutra isn't about control or balance like most ghoul arts." Her expression turned serious. "It's…darker."
The air around them grew heavier as she turned the page to the preface.
A faint pulse came from the book, like a heartbeat.
Omen felt a strange pull in his chest, almost like something was calling to him.
Lilith spoke softly, her voice echoing slightly in the still cave.
"This Sutra…it's called The Thousand Eyes Sutra."
Omen's brow furrowed. "Thousand Eyes?"
She nodded. "The preface says something strange. Listen," she traced her finger over the old symbols, reading slowly.
"When a thousand eyes open, the world shall see nothing but death.
For every gaze is a curse, and every blink…an explosion."
The fire crackled violently, a burst of sparks lighting up the cave for a moment.
Omen stared at Lilith's face, a cold chill running down his spine.
The girl slowly closed the book, her red eyes glinting under the dim firelight.
"This isn't a normal Sutra, Omen," she said quietly. "It's not made to attack. It's made to erase."
Omen didn't respond.
He couldn't.
The image of those glowing words burned into his mind like a mark he couldn't look away from.
And in the silence that followed, the faint pulse from the book seemed to match the beat of his own heart as Lilith repeated another phrase from the book.
"One eye to see.
A hundred to stalk.
And a thousand to kill."
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