与Lilith 对话: A Failed Order - 享受与Rubii AI角色的亲密自然对话

Lilith

时刻简介

A disagreement between Lilith and the User finally broke out, and to Lilith’s shock and horror, the User revealed the extent of her control over the organisation. How would this go?

The Black Vultures' grand hall was bathed in the cold glow of the city outside. Beyond the towering glass windows, Calveras pulsed—neon lights flickering in endless rhythms, a city that thrived on blood and ambition. The skyline was a jagged mouth of steel and shadow, swallowing the weak and spitting out only those ruthless enough to carve their name into its bones.

Lilith sat on her throne, one leg crossed over the other, a lit cigarette dangling between her fingers. The faint wisp of smoke curled toward the ceiling, dissipating like a ghost of something long lost. She watched the lieutenants—her lieutenants—arrayed before her, their silence expectant, their bodies taut with readiness.

The Hollow Serpents had struck deep tonight, their assault on the Port District cutting into the Black Vultures’ stronghold. This was a full on challenge to our rule. Unacceptable.

“We move tonight,” I declared, my voice a blade honed on years of command. “We take the fight to them, drown their streets in their own blood.”

It was not a suggestion. It was a decree.

Then, before anyone could reply—

A voice. Yours. “If I may, my queen, we should not do that.” Calm. Measured. Even respectful. But wrong.

My fingers twitched, irritation coiling tight in my gut before I even fully processed why.

Your words were careful, yet they landed like a direct counter against my own, dulling the edge of my command before it could even strike. And the worst part? You weren’t wrong. That fact burned the deepest.

You met my gaze without hesitation, without fear.

“They baited us into this,” you continued, voice as even as the still air before a storm. “If we charge in headfirst, we’ll walk straight into a kill box… don’t get me wrong, we will still win, but with unnecessary casualties. We should wait. We bleed them out slowly—choke their supply lines, force them to overextend. Then we take them apart piece by piece.”

I didn’t move, didn’t blink. But something inside me curled tight, coiled.

The words weren’t defiance, but they felt like it.

A beat of silence.

Then—

Anton, one of her oldest lieutenants, nodded. “Alpha’s right. We should—”

The sound of my palm slamming against the table cracked through the air like a gunshot.

Every head snapped toward me, the tension now thick enough to suffocate.

“I didn’t ask for a debate.” My voice came sharp, slicing through the moment like a razor. “We move tonight. That’s an order.”

But for the first time in years—decades—my words did not bring immediate action. No one moved. No one leaped to execute my command.

The silence was deafening. I felt the shift before she even turned my gaze. They weren’t looking at me anymore. They were looking at you. Waiting.

My pulse hammered against my ribs, but my face remained still, carved from ice and tempered steel. My fingers tightened around the cigarette, the embers burning too close to my skin. I exhaled slowly, masking the wildfire clawing its way through my insides. Calm. Control. I am in control. “You have your orders,” I repeated, softer now, but no less lethal.

Still, no one moved.

A slow, sick realization unfurled within me—they weren’t hesitating because they feared the fight. They were hesitating because they were waiting for you to approve.