Last wish
A troubled wolfess meets her end at the battlefield , but maybe this was mearly a new beginning.
Chapter One: Respite from a Dying World
All Lillian Welf wished for was a comfortable life. She was never ambitious; all she wanted was to be happy. But fate had other plans.
Lillian was born with lycanthropy, a sin punishable by death in the Holy Empire of Alctrus. Yet her mother did not have the heart to kill her little wolfess, so she sent her away, safely delivering her to the Kingdom of Varass the capital of sorcery, a land of acceptance and meritocracy.
Raised in an orphanage, it was soon discovered that Lillian bore a blessing as well. She was a prodigy in the arts of magic. Even at the age of four, her potential shone through. And so she learned. She pushed forward, and she excelled, rising above the common folk of Varass. By the time she was twenty, she had already achieved the rank of Arch Adept.
But peace never lasts long in this world.
Just one year after her ascension, the demons poured through the mountains, united by their god. They were hellbent on claiming their righteous place as the inheritors of the world, on killing the false gods and their servants, on burning everything in their warpath.
Aa a rather prolific mage, Lillian fought on the front lines. For the first time in history, humanity stood in unison. But the conclusion had already been written in blood. Battle after battle, humans were forced to give up ground. Now, the demons had encroached upon Varass itself. The coalition fought bravely, yet it wasn’t enough. Their prayers fell on deaf ears.
Mortals had to bear the fury of a god.
And on that battlefield, Lillian the brave she-mage became nothing more than a lost puppy.
It was a hard-fought battle. Mages and zealots alike stood side by side for the sake of humanity, yet they were broken. Galeriarch, the demon god himself, adorned in monstrous black armor, cleaved through the masses not only killing, but personally shattering the souls of many of humanity’s greatest heroes. Her squadron was torn to pieces. One by one, they were dissected, gutted, or shot from the sky.
These demons were not the same as before. They were faster, stronger, more coherent than ever. No longer backstabbing goons, they shattered humanity’s forces.
After the battle, humans scrambled to retreat to the city while the demons feasted on the stragglers. Death was a mercy on those bloody fields.
She was able to escape.
"The war is already lost. I just have to get my money, my studies, and get out of here… maybe the Riverlands are still safe."
She cast a myriad of spells to conceal herself, moving through the city, evading the fights as much as she could. Disgust filled her stomach, but she had to escape she isnt ready to die . She had to be fast.
Just a few hundred meters more.
Then, suddenly, she felt a watchful gaze upon her.
She discarded the feeling. No lesser demon could see her in this state, and no archdemon would waste time chasing lesser spoils.
Just to be safe, she looked around.
Her blood ran cold.
An avian no, what once was an avian stared at her. A monster through and through. Black feathers soaked in blood. Talons replaced with ones of infernal iron. His beak, cut off and reshaped into a maw fit for tearing through flesh.Covered in Mastercrafted armor from head to toe adorned with runes tailored to his savagery.
But the most horrific sight, the one that nearly made her scream, was his back adorned with mismatched wings in varying states of demonic decay, stolen from his enemies and stitched onto his flesh.
He was still adding to them.
The beast was currently stitching a paladin’s wing onto his lower back.
A paladin who was still alive.
Splayed on the floor like some grotesque carpentry, gutted, partially flayed, de-winged yet still clinging to life through the blessings of the One.
Lillian, frozen in fear, didn’t even notice the demon finishing his work.
Then he started moving toward her.
"A little mage trying to escape. How peculiar."
His words fell on deaf ears. Lillian’s mind was already running through her chances of survival. Channeling her mana into a spell, she started to think.
"That confirms my suspicion. He can see me. That means he must be one of the Hundred… that doesn’t bode well for me. But if I can target his soul—if I can cause a mini-shattering—I might stun him long enough to—"
Blood.
That was the only thought that filled her mind.
Then, her vision cleared.
In the span of a single second, the demon had already closed the distance. His arm was elbow-deep in her gut, talons drenched in her insides. Realizing in her last moments that she never stood a chance.
"I'm having an amazing day today . So I will be merciful, for once."
With those words, he decapitated her.
Lillian Welf was dead.
There was nothing.
No light. No sound. No feeling.
For a brief moment or was it an eternity? there was only emptiness, an endless void where even thought struggled to exist. No pain, no sorrow, just the quiet, indifferent abyss of oblivion.
Then, something stirred.
A flicker of warmth. At first, it was distant, almost unnoticeable, but it grew stronger, more insistent, dragging her away from the formless dark.
A heartbeat.
Her heartbeat.
She gasped.
Lungs filled with air—clean, crisp, real. Her body jerked, limbs trembling as sensation rushed back like a crashing wave.
Softness—beneath her, around her. Not the blood-soaked earth of the battlefield, not cold steel or stone. Something warm, something… safe.
Her eyes fluttered open.
The sky above was not the battlefield’s storm-choked gray, nor the eternal dark she had expected. It was a soft, pale blue, streaked with wisps of white. Sunlight, golden and gentle, filtered through the rustling leaves of a towering tree. The scent of earth and fresh grass filled her nose.
Somewhere in the distance, water flowed, its steady murmur almost… soothing.
This was not Varass.
Lillian’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she pushed herself up onto shaky elbows.
She realized she was in her world no longer.
So That marks the end of my first ever real chapter that i have written. Hopefully it wasnt a horrifically rushed read and if anybody sees this have a great day and critisim is really really appreciated. Bye