No more backstory about Lilith after this chapter. The next chapter will just be the last touches about Lilith motivation to return to Narxuia with Nathaniel's bargain. Then, the final fight will begin with Aric, Seraphina & Evelyn vs Lilith

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After the war, Lilith retreated into solitude. Without Meredith by her side, victory felt hollow. Days turned to weeks, then months, then years as she wrestled with her emotions. Eventually, consumed by guilt and longing, she made a decision that horrified even those closest to her.

Using dark rituals and her own creation of magic, Lilith transformed Meredith’s remains into a sword—a weapon imbued with the essence of her fallen friend. The blade burned with eternal black flames, symbolizing the pain of loss, but at its hilt glowed a faint green light, a testament to Meredith’s enduring spirit.

The core of Meredith’s mana became the hilt itself, preserving fragments of her magic. She called for everyone close to her to see her creation, thinking that they will share the same sentiment.

“Mom… what…?” said by Vyn, Lilith's son. “Is… is that really aunt...Meredith?”

“Yes.” she said simply, “She’s here now.”

“But—you turned her into a sword ?!” Vyn voice rose with anger and disbelief.

“I did what I had to do. Meredith wouldn’t want us to forget her. This way, she lives on through me.”

Vyn staggered back, “You’re insane…”

Hany, unlike her brother, understood grief all too well. She’d watched countless comrades fall during the war and she knew how deeply losing Meredith had shattered Lilith.

But even she couldn’t condone what her mother had done.

Hany had tears streaming down her face, “Mother, please… why would you do this!? Meredith wouldn’t have wanted this!”

“She’s gone, HANY! And they took her from me. From us .”

Hany recoiled, clutching her chest as though physically wounded. For the first time, she realized her mother was beyond saving.

Asmon had been Lilith’s rock throughout their marriage, standing beside her through every battle, every loss.

But well...even he couldn’t comprehend the depths of her madness.

“Honey...you're not yourself anymore! Every day, you grow darker, angrier. You’re becoming insane!”

“And whose fault is that? They killed Meredith, Asmon! They slaughtered her like an animal and dumped her body at my feet. How am I supposed to move past that? Tell me!”

Everyone in the room was unable to answer. Asmon reached for her hand, trying to pull her away from the sword. But Lilith shoved him back and became angry at him.

“Don’t touch me! You don’t understand!! None of you do! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY MEREDITH LIVES WITH US!”

"But mom..."

"GET OUT!"

From that moment on, Asmon and the kids distanced themselves. Not because they hated her but because they knew they couldn’t stop her spiral. They did still tried but Lilith spiraled even further into madness that she pushed them all away.

Losing Meredith was the equivalent to losing a lover, a child and everything in between.

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Driven by a mix of love and madness, Lilith went on a rampage, hunting down the remnants of the angels and their offspring. It didn’t matter to her if it was a baby, a pregnant mother, or an adult.

They were in hindsight, innocent as they were not pure breed. All of them were mixed with another race but with Lilith's power being unrivalled, her abilities to read mind, see their aura and even see the soul, she could figure out who had angel blood in them.

Because of that, she killed without mercy. Because, in her mind, they were all guilty.

They were all responsible for taking Meredith away. And so she killed. Kill and kill and kill so much so that she racked up thousands of innocent lives.

She vowed to herself and Meredith that she would erase the entire race of angels from Narxuia.

She had a second advisor named Malek. Malek had served Lilith faithfully for centuries, earning her trust and respect. He admired her ruthlessness, her ability to lead without hesitation.

But when he witnessed her slaughtering an entire village of angelic refugees, including children and babies that were innocent.

He couldn’t stay silent any longer.

“My Queen.” he said, kneeling before her as she wiped blackened blood from her blade.

“I beg you to reconsider. These people—they’re innocent. They weren’t part of the invasion. Killing them won’t bring Meredith back.”

“They’re angels!” Lilith said while glaring down at him.

“Every last one of them deserves to die.”

“But my Queen...this has gone too far.” Malek replied,

“If you continue down this path, there will be nothing left and the people you care will eventually see you as a tyrant!”

“Then leave for all I care. Go ahead. Run off and play hero somewhere else. See if I care.”

Malek didn't argue and instead took his leave. As the door closed behind him, the air shifted. A soft light filled the room, and Lysandra appeared before Lilith.

Lysandra hadn’t acted sooner because she believed Lilith’s rage could be channeled toward rebuilding Narxuia. After the First Cataclysm, the world needed strong leaders to guide it through recovery.

But as Lilith descended further into madness, it became clear she was no longer fit to rule.

Worse still, her newfound strength, gifted by Lysandra herself—had grown beyond mortal comprehension. If left unchecked, Lilith would destroy not only angels but everything else in her path, including her own people as her mental state has detoriated to a point of no return.

Lilith turned her head to her back with a mocking smile, “Came back so soon? Why didn't you wait until I cleanse this world from angels like you did back then when you didn't give two fucks about us?”

“This isn’t about that...Lilith.” Lysandra said, “It’s about protection. You’ve become a threat to everyone—including yourself.”

“A threat?” Lilith laughed bitterly. “You’re the one who gave me this power in the first place! Now you come crawling back to clean up your mess? Well that's too damn bad!”

She raised the cursed sword towards Lysandra, “I won the war for us. I did. Not you. So why don’t you come back after I cleanse every fucking angel off this world, yeah?”

Lysandra sighed, sadness etched onto her face, “I'm...afraid I can't let you do that.”

She reached into the folds of her robes and pulled out a small, unassuming box. With a wave of her hand, the box expanded, stretching outward until it formed a luminous cage.

Before Lilith could react, tendrils of golden light shot out, binding her limbs and nullifying her mana. The tendril then morphed into a cage to trap her. The cage nullified her powers and abilities to a degree.

“WHAT!?” Lilith screamed, thrashing against the cage

“THIS IS COWARDICE!” Black flames licked at the edges of the cage, but they fizzled out harmlessly against Lysandra’s divine energy.

Lysandra looked at her with sadness in her eyes, “I would’ve overlooked this if you hadn’t slaughtered thousands of innocents. But I’m afraid… you’ve become too dangerous. Today might be the angels, but tomorrow? It could be everyone. The power I gave you—it has corrupted you beyond repair.”

“YOU FUCKING COWARD!!!” Lilith roared, her voice shaking the very foundations of the chamber.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!”

“I'm afraid that won't be possible. I'll be sealing you forever and send you to the gates of hell.”

She glared at Lysandra, “YOU THINK HELL IS SOMETHING I'M AFRAID OF!? YOU'RE A BITCH YOU KNOW THAT!? A SCARED BITCH WHO WONT EVEN FIGHT ME!”

Lysandra knelt down beside her, “So? Even let's say, I did let you out and we fought. What do you think it's going to happen? You're strong enough to know that it will end in destruction. Add to that forbidden sword of yours and nothing poses a challenge to you anymore.”

“If we fought, you will still lose but maybe you could cut a hair from me or two but the people would die. To put that figure into something you can comprehend even with your mental state, everyone you love will die.”

She put up her fingers, “Hany. Vyn. Asmon. Malek. Juny. Theo. Sorien. Do you want me to keep going? The few thousands of people who were left alive after the war would all die if we fought. Do you understand what I'm saying?”

Lysandra tilted her head, her expression softening but her voice remaining firm. “So? Do you still want to fight? Even knowing that your own children will die? Even knowing that your husband will die? That your people will die? Meredith’s people as well? The dwarves? The orcs?”

“Everyone. Will. Die.”

The weight of those words seemed to pierce through Lilith’s rage. Slowly, her face shifted from unbridled anger to something less volatile though no less bitter. She stared at Lysandra, 

“You’re certain that if we fought… everyone in this world would die?”

Lysandra sighed deeply, her shoulders sagging as though burdened by the weight. Without another word, she opened her palms, revealing a glowing orb that hovered between them. The orb expanded and projected a vision into the golden cage.

In the vision, chaos reigned. Continents split apart under waves of unimaginable power and the skies were split in half. Lilith stood amidst the destruction, her form radiating with energy so potent it warped reality itself. She and Lysandra fought for hours where each strike killed the world more and more. In her final stand, her body disintegrated as Lilith unleashed a cataclysmic force that consumed everything—the skies burned, oceans boiled and all life on Narxuia vanished in an instant.

And yet, when the dust settled, there was Lysandra, standing alone amidst the ruins. A single graze of blood marred her otherwise pristine face—a testament to the cost of victory.

Lilith watched the vision unfold, her lips curling into a bitter smile as the image faded.

“Hahaha. Looks like I can make a god bleed.”

Lysandra closed her hands, extinguishing the orb. “Perhaps so. Your powers have grown to the point where they pose a threat—not just to others, but to existence itself. If you were to use them fully, even unintentionally, nothing would survive.”

She raised her closed fist to Lilith, “Let’s not talk about powers anymore. I believe you deserve at least one final mercy. You are free to choose one of the two options.”

She extended her thumb first. “I will let you go, and we can fight. The outcome is already clear—it ends in annihilation but you can choose this if you want.”

Then she lifted her index finger. “Or, you can be sealed away and prevent this destruction. In exchange, I will grant you three wishes.”

Lilith threw her head back and laughed—a harsh, hollow sound that echoed through the chamber. “Hahahaha! You really are the goddess of love. Even after everything I’ve done. All the lives I’ve taken! And you still offer me some salvation. Why? Why is that?”

Lysandra’s eyes softened, “Because despite your madness, Lilith, you did save this world. Revenge may have blinded you, but in your own twisted way, you did it to get justice for Meredith, misguided as it may have been. And now, faced with the truth of what your actions could unleash…”

“I see a glimmer of the person you once were—a leader who cared deeply for her family and her people.”

Lilith fell silent, her laughter fading into a grimace. She looked down at the cursed sword in her hand, its black flames flickering weakly against the golden cage.

For the first time in years, she thought this decision rationally.

Lysandra...if anything is not a liar...she may be ignorant but she has never once lied what would happen...

Still should I trust her...? I mean...she did let Meredith die.

Her children faces flashed again in her head.

Even if she was lying...what if she isn't...? Do I have what it takes to fight against a God...? Do I want to risk my children...

I...

The images from the orb kept replaying in her mind: the dead bodies of everyone including her own family, the shattered continents, the emptiness of a world erased.

Even in her worst mental state, she had never wanted this . All she had ever wanted was vengeance for Meredith.

I...don't want that. I don't want my child to suffer...I don't want them to grow up without a father...

I don't want...this. The people of this world deserves better...

Finally, she spoke, her voice had the tone of resignation, “Let’s… do the three wishes.”

(AI SCENE of Lilith being angry at Lysandra. This scene sucks since idk how to prompt but the general idea of the art is there, when I can cash out this money, I will try to find an artist for a big scene.)

See on Thursday! I did take my time to write with extra care as I do not want to rush the finale of this arc.

I also want to say that, writing the second arc, has made me cry more times than I want to admit it. 

Mostly because, seeing you all liking this story and always giving support...yall are awesome. 

So thank you. Thank you for reading Reincarnated into a Failed Marriage.

(And I also cry when writing the climax of arc 2)