Chapter 3
It was hard to tell how much time had passed when a stabbing pain ripped through me, and the child was finally torn from
my body.
A faint, fragile cry pierced the air, snapping me back to consciousness.
Half an hour later, ignoring the crooked stitches and the blood still seeping from my wound, I struggled to get out of bed.
If this place couldn’t tolerate my child, then I would take her away myself.
But just as I opened the door, Lilith appeared before me, smiling sweetly, a leash in her hand.
Following the leash with my eyes, my heart dropped violently.
At the other end was my newborn daughter-tied up like an animal.
Her tiny body was almost translucent, her skin ghostly pale. When she looked at me, her eyes were filled with a desperate
will to live.
My eyes burned as I lunged forward, trembling hands reaching to unfasten the leash from her neck, to remove the muzzle strapped to her face.
Lilith’s smile deepened with satisfaction.
With a smug expression, she stepped aside and viciously kicked me to the ground.
“Carmilla, what’s the rush? Damien already told me-this little beast is going to turn into a bloodthirsty monster one day.
I’m just helping her learn some discipline early on~”
“Wouldn’t want her to hurt me or Damien’s baby when she grows up, right?”
Fury surged in my heart. My vision blurred with rage as I met the malice in her eyes.
“She is not a monster!!”
Lilith laughed like I had told the world’s funniest joke. She raised her foot and stomped down on my abdomen.
“A-hahaha! Stop lying to yourself. A beast is a beast!”
My daughter seemed to sense something. With the last of her strength, she reached out and grabbed Lilith’s ankle.
The next second-bang!
She was kicked hard, her tiny body flung across the floor.
Lilith’s eyes gleamed with pride. Her lips moved silently: I win.
Then she pointed at the faint blood smear on her ankle and began to cry.
“Damien, I’m scared~! Carmilla’s child scratched me! What if I become a monster too?”
Anyone scratched by a lesser vampire could turn into one of those blood-hungry creatures.
Damien rushed in. Hearing her trembling voice, his already dark expression twisted even more.
He gently cupped Lilith’s hand and said coldly, “Take that beast to the Forbidden Zone!*
“No… No! Please!” I screamed, shoving the servants away and shielding my battered daughter with my body.
There wasn’t even a single mark on Lilith’s leg.
It was my daughter who was bruised and dying!
Why should she be sent there?
The Forbidden Zone was where the lowest vampires roamed-brutal, feral things that would tear her apart, leaving nothing behind, not even her soul.
Trembling, I knelt at Damien’s feet.
“Damien, I beg you… don’t do this. She’s your daughter too. You can’t-”
“Enough, Carmilla,” he snapped, his tone cold and sharp. “Have you forgotten your place? Acting like this over a beast-
what a disgrace!”
He looked down at me as if I’d lost all reason.
He wasn’t angry because of what had happened.
He was angry because I dared defy him-for the sake of a “beast.”
But she was my child.
Tears blurred my vision. I turned and grabbed Lilith’s ankle, begging her with all I had.
