Anti-World Government Activist (2)
On my way to work, I killed time in the taxi as usual by firing up Mammathong.
I had the sweet ride Lilith gave me—Ssingsing—but there was one reason I still took cabs.
Driving was a pain in the ass.
Sorry, Ssingsing, but the place wasn't far, and no hassle with parking or anything. Taxis were way easier.
Plus, cab fare wasn't an issue anymore.
Anyway, I was scrolling through Mammathong for any new buzz or trending dispensers when a post caught my eye.
It was a short title, and unusually clean for Mammathong, but the views were insane.
Empress, huh.
The only empress I knew was Lilith.
The Queen of Succubi—that was her title.
Curious, I tapped in. There was a 20-second clip.
I glanced at the cabbie next to me, muted it, and hit play. You never know with these uploads; could be some weird shit. But nope—Lilith was right there in the video.
"Fuc..."
I barely stopped myself from blurting, What the hell is Mom doing there?
I shielded the screen from the driver's side-eye and replayed it.
No mistake.
It was Lilith.
Where the fuck did she come from all of a sudden?
The clip itself was nothing special: Lilith hovering mid-air, glancing around, then blasting off at insane speed. Super short.
Why was this blowing up? I checked the comments.
Lilith had more fans than I thought.
But just as many haters, too.
Made sense—Mammathong users knew the score. And Sati trembled at the sight of her.
From the "we're fucked" comments alone, her rep was clear.
A 20-second clip of her got this much heat for a reason.
Hero, but also butcher.
Not just her—all 22 heroes. Admired, envied, and feared.
Unlike the others who stayed hidden, Lilith showed up now and then. Made her stand out more.
Hero only 'cause the World Government won, and she helped build it. But her hands? Drenched in blood.
Plenty harbored grudges against her and the rest.
Drunk Lilith ranted often—not occasionally, pretty frequently.
And her words were always the same.
'Thought we could've done better, but it didn't work out.'
'Regret it? Yeah. Had to. But if I went back... I'd choose the same. Best option. Least deaths... back then.'
The Final War—fancy name for a months-long scrap.
Unified a mashed-up mess of worlds into one government. Absurdly quick.
22 heroes' overwhelming power crushed everyone. Minimal casualties for a world-unifying war.
But not zero.
Not everyone got a happy ending.
'Thought they'd all live happily. Dumbass me.'
Like any sloppy drunk repeating herself.
Impossible to make everyone happy.
Hell, I'd cursed the World Government myself not long ago.
So, haters weren't surprising.
I knew that.
But...
Couldn't stomach them calling Lilith a "rag pussy" or whatever.
First time commenting from my usual review-stalking account. Sighed.
What the fuck am I doing?
And "I saw it myself"? Cringe.
Delete it.
But buzz—reply already.
"Crazy, they live here."
Speechless.
Logically, they had a point.
I never expected to confirm it myself.
But why end every line laughing? Pissing me off.
Next thing I knew, we were flame-warring.
Had to hide who I was. They spouted succubi facts: more fucks, more power. Hard to counter.
True—succubi get stronger with sex. Lilith was the strongest.
Logically, no way she's a virgin.
I wouldn't have believed it without seeing.
But she is.
Pink as fuck... anyway.
No proof, though.
Can't say I'm her adoptive son who checked personally. No one'd buy it.
Not even me.
Even Lilith stans balked at my claim.
Best I could do: dislike every troll comment.
Troll dipped after that.
I fumed, waiting. Cabbie spoke up.
"Uh, sir? We're here."
"Ah... one sec."
Nodded, paid, still checking—no troll return.
Instead, RIPs and Xs piling up below.
By the time I reached the Interspecies Support Center, still gone.
Dozens of condolences under their last comment. Kinda spooky.
"No way they actually got nabbed, right?"
Nah.
Just meme shit.
Yeah.
Right?