She hummed sleepily, rolling to press her cheek against his chest.
"What happens after death… for humans?"
There was a pause. Then she whispered, "Nothing… or everything. Depends on what they believe at the end. Belief is powerful. It shapes where you go."
That answer sat in the air between them like a soft fog.
They didn't speak for a while after that. The silence was warm. Heavy in a comforting way.
Lilith's voice came out softer now, her fingers curling lazily over his wrist.
"When did you become so talkative…" she mumbled, half-asleep.
Alexander looked down at her, a slow smile appeared on his lips as he kissed her forehead.
"Maybe I just wanted to know everything about the woman who ruined me."
**
Grandma Bria died.
Burned. Screaming. In severe pain.
Her last moments were filled with terror, not grace. No peace. Only smoke, fire, and agony.
