“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.

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.