They say she transfers schools every six months.
Not because she moves.
But because people go missing.
Her name is Lilith Serah.
Long black hair like wet silk.
Porcelain skin that doesn't tan, cut, or bruise.
And eyes like polished obsidian.
Everywhere she goes, someone falls in love with her.
And someone goes insane.
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She joined Class 3-B in the spring.
Within days, the art teacher began sketching her obsessively—hundreds of portraits.
None were the same.
Some showed her smiling.
Some had her face twisted like a screaming corpse.
Some had too many eyes.
He gouged out his own eyes two weeks later.
His last painting?
Lilith—kissing herself.
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The boys in class worshipped her.
So did the girls.
But if you got too close to her?
You changed.
Juno, the class president, was her closest friend.
Until she found Lilith kissing Juno's boyfriend in the biology lab.
Juno screamed.
Lilith just smiled and said:
> "You'll never have what I have.
Because I am what you want."
That night, Juno jumped off the rooftop.
Her last words?
"She's blooming inside me."
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Then the disappearances began.
A janitor found something in the girl's bathroom:
A sack of skin—emptied, folded like a jacket.
Inside it: black hair.
Still growing.
No bones.
No organs.
Just... Lilith's voice whispering from inside:
> "I shed myself.
That's how I multiply."
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The truth unraveled too late.
Lilith wasn't a person.
She was a curse in the shape of beauty.
Anyone who loved her too much…
Was consumed.
And from their ruined bodies, a new Lilith bloomed—
Hair first, then eyes, then lips dripping with a sweet, black nectar.
Unkillable. Unstoppable. Endlessly reborn.
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Last week, three new girls joined a different school.
All named Lilith.
All identical.
All smiling.
And the petals are still blooming.
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Quote from a ruined diary found in a sealed locker:
> *"She kissed me yesterday.
I can still feel it… rotting inside me.
I dream of her every night.
She comes out of my throat,
petal by petal…
Until I am just another vase for her beauty."*