Chapter 2 Witch and the Demon

Months later, the Demon and Witches clan made an agreement to divide territories to avoid one breed crossing each other's boundaries. Since the gods had cast them all out, demons had claimed the wastelands, witches had scattered across the mortal realm, and neither side had any intention of coexisting peacefully.

The war ended, but the hatred remained.

On the set day, each breed sent out their own representatives. Lilith had been sent to this forsaken land as a representative of the witches, ordered to negotiate the division of territory.

Lilith De Aurora is a striking and powerful witch, born from a long line of enchantresses. She has long, midnight-black hair that cascades in waves down her back, with piercing emerald eyes that glow faintly when she channels her magic. Her presence is both regal and untamed, marked by an air of quiet defiance.

She wears flowing robes woven with protective spells, the fabric shimmering with hidden enchantments. A silver sigil, the mark of her lineage, rests against her collarbone. Though she possesses immense magical talent, she relies as much on her sharp wit and unwavering resolve as she does on her power.

She arrived at the place, and was waiting for the representative of the demons. She was fuming, wondering why the arrogant demon has not yet arrived.

And then he did.

Immediately Lilith caught a glance of him, she knew he was dangerous. He emerged from the shadows like he belonged to them, his towering form effortlessly blending with the darkness. His presence was suffocating-power coiled around him like a living thing, crackling with an energy that sent shivers down Lilith's spine.

She had grown up fearing demons, taught that their kind was cruel, ruthless, and incapable of honor. But as she stood on the edge of the charred battlefield, staring into the burning crimson eyes of Daemon, she realized something her elders had never told her-demons were also beautiful.

Daemon Varkiel is a formidable demon, tall and imposing with a commanding presence that seems to darken the air around him. His eyes burn with a crimson glow, like embers in the night, reflecting a deep well of ancient power and unspoken fury. His jet-black hair is wild and unruly, contrasting sharply with the obsidian armor he wears-etched with demonic runes that pulse with energy.

Every movement he makes is deliberate, exuding an undeniable authority. Daemon is a creature of pure strength and raw charisma, ruthless in battle and fearless in his pursuit of power. Yet beneath the harsh exterior, there's a brooding complexity-a soul torn between loyalty, vengeance, and an unspoken longing.

Though he is a demon through and through, Daemon's pride is not solely in his strength but in his mind. He is cunning, strategic, and capable of wielding his words as dangerously as his weapons. And despite his coldness, there's a part of him that remains captivated by the unexpected.

He was watching her. Measuring her.

And then, he smirked.

"So, this is the High Enchantress of the witches," Daemon drawled, his voice like smoke and embers. "I expected someone... older. More fragile."

Lilith lifted her chin, refusing to be intimidated. "And I expected someone less arrogant."

His smirk widened. "Then we are both disappointed."

Lilith clenched her fists, magic humming beneath her skin. She had been warned not to provoke him, but standing before him now, she realized how impossible that was. Daemon radiated a presence that demanded defiance.

"We are here to discuss the division of land," she reminded him coolly. "Not trade insults."

Daemon took a slow step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, but I enjoy both."

Lilith did not move back. She would not show weakness. Not to him.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said.

Daemon leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "Then you're a fool."

"I don't have time for games," she said coldly. "If you don't have what I need, I'll find someone else."

Daemon tilted his head, studying her. "Bold." His gaze dropped to the dagger at her hip. "Do you plan to use that on me"

"If you waste my time," she said, matching his smirk, "you'll find out."

Another chuckle. "I like you already."

He stepped even closer, the air shifting with the heat of his presence. Lilith refused to move back. She had come here for a reason-to trade, to learn, to take the first step toward something forbidden.

But she hadn't expected this.

Hadn't expected him.

Something passed between them then-something dangerous. A spark, a challenge, a pull that neither of them had expected. The world had cast them into opposing sides, demanded that they remain enemies.

But fate had other plans.

And this was only the beginning.

And as the night stretched on, as their deal was struck, as her fate intertwined with his, Lilith knew one thing for certain - She was attracted to

this annoying, proud and arrogant demon.