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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (2/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)[Continued from the previous post]
Lilly hurried forward, her footsteps firmer, to meet the man standing next to the table.
"Welcome, Lilly," said the man to whom she had given her dinner. The age had fallen away from him, and he was plump and healthy. But when he lifted his face, it was that of the Goddess. "You gave the last of your money to my children, forgave my rudeness, and shared the last of your food with my friend."
At this, a mouse's head popped up out of a teapot on the table.
"You carry a guilt that is not yours," the Goddess continued, in a woman's voice. "Lay it down for the night. Enjoy."
For a heartbeat, Lilly could only stare. Warmth pressed gently against her chest.
“I… I don’t deserve this,” she whispered.
The Goddess smiled with the same softness Lilly had tried so hard to show others. “No one earns mercy, child. It is given.”
She looked down for just a second, and when she looked up, the Goddess was gone.
The table still waited; the orphanage children looked at her from their seats. They hadn't been there before, but Lilly felt no surprise. The mouse was already nibbling a chestnut.
She sat down, feeling warmth spread through her. A child handed her a plate full of food. Music rose again among the tinsel-bright branches, gentle and bright as starlight through frosted glass.
On that lonely winter road, Lilly allowed herself:
a meal taken without guilt,
a night spent without penance,
a moment of peace granted by the Goddess herself.Tomorrow, she would continue her wandering.
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (2/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)[Continued from the previous post]
Lilly hurried forward, her footsteps firmer, to meet the man standing next to the table.
"Welcome, Lilly," said the man to whom she had given her dinner. The age had fallen away from him, and he was plump and healthy. But when he lifted his face, it was that of the Goddess. "You gave the last of your money to my children, forgave my rudeness, and shared the last of your food with my friend."
At this, a mouse's head popped up out of a teapot on the table.
"You carry a guilt that is not yours," the Goddess continued, in a woman's voice. "Lay it down for the night. Enjoy."
For a heartbeat, Lilly could only stare. Warmth pressed gently against her chest.
“I… I don’t deserve this,” she whispered.
The Goddess smiled with the same softness Lilly had tried so hard to show others. “No one earns mercy, child. It is given.”
She looked down for just a second, and when she looked up, the Goddess was gone.
The table still waited; the orphanage children looked at her from their seats. They hadn't been there before, but Lilly felt no surprise. The mouse was already nibbling a chestnut.
She sat down, feeling warmth spread through her. A child handed her a plate full of food. Music rose again among the tinsel-bright branches, gentle and bright as starlight through frosted glass.
On that lonely winter road, Lilly allowed herself:
a meal taken without guilt,
a night spent without penance,
a moment of peace granted by the Goddess herself.Tomorrow, she would continue her wandering.
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (2/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)[Continued from the previous post]
Lilly hurried forward, her footsteps firmer, to meet the man standing next to the table.
"Welcome, Lilly," said the man to whom she had given her dinner. The age had fallen away from him, and he was plump and healthy. But when he lifted his face, it was that of the Goddess. "You gave the last of your money to my children, forgave my rudeness, and shared the last of your food with my friend."
At this, a mouse's head popped up out of a teapot on the table.
"You carry a guilt that is not yours," the Goddess continued, in a woman's voice. "Lay it down for the night. Enjoy."
For a heartbeat, Lilly could only stare. Warmth pressed gently against her chest.
“I… I don’t deserve this,” she whispered.
The Goddess smiled with the same softness Lilly had tried so hard to show others. “No one earns mercy, child. It is given.”
She looked down for just a second, and when she looked up, the Goddess was gone.
The table still waited; the orphanage children looked at her from their seats. They hadn't been there before, but Lilly felt no surprise. The mouse was already nibbling a chestnut.
She sat down, feeling warmth spread through her. A child handed her a plate full of food. Music rose again among the tinsel-bright branches, gentle and bright as starlight through frosted glass.
On that lonely winter road, Lilly allowed herself:
a meal taken without guilt,
a night spent without penance,
a moment of peace granted by the Goddess herself.Tomorrow, she would continue her wandering.
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]