The world was ending.
That was Lilith’s first coherent thought as her body started to tear itself apart from the inside out.
And then something inside her chest had snapped.
Not broke. Snapped like a tightly wound spring releasing all at once.
The curse.
It had been growing throughout the entire battle. Had been feeding on her power as she used magic she did not know she possessed. Had been spreading through her body like poison while she fought demons and protected the people she loved.
And now it was done waiting.
It wanted her dead. And it was going to take her.
Lilith felt her knees buckle completely. Felt her body convulse. Felt something hot and wet flood her mouth and realized with distant horror that it was blood.
She was bleeding.
From her mouth. From her eyes. From her ears.
Blood was seeping through her skin like she was sweating it, staining her clothes crimson, dripping onto the ground beneath her.
No, she thought desperately. Not yet. I’m not ready yet.
But her body didn’t care if she was ready.
It seized again, a violent full-body convulsion that sent her pitching forward.
She was going to hit the ground. Was going to crack her head open on the blood-soaked earth.
And then hands caught her.
Strong hands that radiated warmth and power and something that felt like moonlight made solid.
Lilith’s vision was going dark but she could see the woman holding her, silver armor, glowing eyes, the Moon Temple Guardian who had saved her from the demon lord.
"I’ve got you," the woman said, and her voice was steady despite the horror of what she was holding.
But then Lilith convulsed again and the woman’s grip shifted, trying to keep her from hurting herself as her body thrashed.
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Sebastian’s POV
Sebastian was running before he even processed what he was seeing.
Lilith. Convulsing. Bleeding from everywhere. Being held by a stranger while her body tore itself apart.
"No no no no..."
Rhen was screaming in his chest, demanding he get to their mate, demanding he protect her, demanding he fix this.
Sebastian skidded to his knees beside the Guardian holding Lilith and reached for her without thinking.
"Give her to me," he said, his voice coming out rough and desperate.
The Guardian looked at him with eyes that saw too much. "She’s seizing. If I let go..."
"I don’t care," Sebastian interrupted. "She’s MINE. Give her to me."
The Guardian hesitated for only a second before carefully transferring Lilith into Sebastian’s arms.
The moment Sebastian had her, the moment he felt her weight against his chest, the bonds between them flared so bright it was almost painful. He could feel her through the connection, feel her terror and agony and the curse eating her alive from the inside out.
"Lilith," Sebastian said, pulling her tighter against him even as she convulsed. "Lilith, stay with me. Please. Stay with me."
But she didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and blood was streaming from her nose and ears and seeping through her skin in ways that shouldn’t be possible.

Nicholas’s POV
Move. Do something. Save her. MOVE.
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