Bab 317: Arsene Vs. Lilith II

Altair threw a fist, anger writhing across his eyes, seething with nearly tangible hate. He glared when a strong hand clamped down on his wrist. He flinched, snapping a hateful look at Damaris. 

"Calm down and listen," Damaris said, releasing the boy. 

Lilith smiled thinly, "How you look so much like my Sene. Even your rage is as delicious." she shook her head, signaling for Damaris and Eroma to leave. They did without a word, leaving the two to talk.

"Why?" Altair asked at last with an acrid taste on his tongue. "Why did you have to kill her?" 

"It was your mother who decided to have you. I only set the parameters," Lilith explained, her voice calm and measured. She created a chair for both of them to sit in. She took her seat and gestured for Altair to join. She began when he finally allowed sanity to return. "It was your mother who went against her nature, creating you." 

"Liar," he hissed. "You were jealous."