The Devil Wears Pink (Ben Hargreeves) [discontinued]

CHAPTER TWELVE - HAIR CUT

lilith didn't have a good sleep. if she was in france she'd clock herself for sleeping late, but last night was a nightmare

no, it couldn't have been a nightmare because it was definitely real

what happened last night anyway? oh right, the intruders. then what happened next? the initiation
her worst fear, worst nightmare, and worst enemy

the devil

"devil?" she whispers, realizing that she couldn't hear or feel them. it was a nightmare, it was just a nightmare, so why could she hear the devil?

"d-devil?" she repeats, but louder. she struggles out of bed and rushes to her vanity table, she was wearing only her bralette and jeans, both clothing materials drenched in blood

she stares at herself in the mirror and sees that her brown eyes were now blood red, similar to what she looked like when she became the devil. her hair was extremely messy, and just like the rest of her body, was bloody

"devil? t-this isn't funny!" she exclaims, clutching the sides of her vanity table "devil!" she yells out

"devil! please no... this can't be happening. last night never happened! where are you?!" lilith was going insane every second she couldn't feel the devil, she couldn't even sense their presence

they've stayed with each other for years, and as much as lilith likes to say how much she hates the devil, or wishes that they'd stay away from her, they've become a part of her and now lilith can't find a reason to be calm now that they are separated

"i'm sorry!" she whispers, falling on her carpet weakly, no tears. and she felt horrible for not mourning the loss of a dear friend

"i'm getting a drink" lilith mutters to herself, as she stands up and walks out of her room. but then she stops, suddenly realizing that her siblings might notice the blood making an ombre affect on her hair and clothes

"bathroom first i guess"

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as soon as lilith reached the bathroom and locked the door behind her, she takes one look at herself in the mirror and realized she looked horrible

since when had she ever felt embarrassed to be herself? she was lilith hargreeves, a multi millionaire fashion designer. the devil

she hurriedly opens the bathroom drawer and takes out a pair of scissors and glances at it before staring at her reflection

how the hell was she able to go on with her hair basically suffocating her? since when has her hair ever suffocated her to begin with?

"i never knew that i hated it like this" she whispers, before snipping a strand of her hair, she watches it slowly fall down the floor. lilith smiles a little "well, until now of course"

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lilith would be lying if she said she wasn't worried for klaus. she hadn't seen him since last night's invasion and eve since last night's initiation, she really needed a hug from her favorite pansexual druggie

besides, when she was forced to watch an old memory of ben's death, she wondered if klaus had been keeping a secret, a secret that could be the key to lilith getting the closure she had been needing for a while