There hadn't been any complications on the mother's side, but as Lilia pulled out the baby, she hadn't felt any signs of life.

His heart wasn't beating.

His lungs weren't breathing.

The corpse was excitedly snatched away from her hands before she had mustered up the courage to tell Zenith and Paul their child was born dead.

And then it blinked, and its pale skin turned bright pink.

Zenith panicked that the baby suddenly felt hot in her arms, and casted Healing on it.

And then without a cry, the stillborn baby gazed around the room, his eyes seemed to be staring at his parents faces before he moved on.

Lilia felt pure terror as she was forced to stare into the empty silver eyes of the moving stillborn baby.

It was watching her, observing her.

The baby, the stillborn baby, was looking directly at her.

She had heard tales before, of demons replacing babies and other such things, so she immediately knew that a demon's soul had snuck into the corpse of the stillborn baby.

It didn't cry.

It just watched her every move.

Hollow eyes, empty, cold, the silver of steel, eyes that held no human compassion.

Lilia felt as if a blade was being pushed against her skin as the demon looked at her.

When they made eye contact, she could feel the bite of cold steel pressed against her eyes.

When it looked at her, she could feel his gaze as sharp steel being dragged against her skin.

The demon didn't need any assistance learning to crawl, walk, or talk.

And it definitely didn't need any help learning to read, write or cook.

Zenith and Paul foolishly began letting it learn how to cast magic and how to sword fight.

And she was also a fool, being always on edge and having been crippled, she didn't believe she could defeat the demon, but she knew Paul could.

And so she felt safe in his presence, and every night as he was making passionate love to his wife, so she began to feel envious.

Her first time had been stolen by Paul, and then he ran away. And now, she was here, in the same house as him and his wife.

Eventually she seduced him, he was a man of carnal desires in the end, and somewhere along the lines she had gotten pregnant.

She was ready to leave, her affection for Paul wasn't high enough that she wanted to risk the life of her baby by giving birth to it in the same house as that demon. Her baby might also have its body possessed by its friends or such.

However, Zenith convinced her to stay.

Paul had done wrong by both of them, and he needed to make it up to the both of them.

The demon hadn't attempted to kill her child so its brethren could possess it, and she gave birth to a crying, healthy, baby girl.

Zenith had been nice to her even after the incident, and they had grown close, so she had pitied her. Zenith had a stillborn possessed by a demon. So she tried to be kind to her, it was the least she could do.

Lilia had slept with a married man and had given birth to healthy child. She was lucky in comparison.

Raising a normal baby was taxing on her body and mind, it was hindering her work.

The demon's hand pushed against the fabric of her outfit and her flesh, and then an all-encompassing warmth flooded her body.

Her leg muscles spasmed as the effects of the poison were erased, a feat that even the palace hadn't accomplished.

The demon wasn't malevolent, for no being who could create such a warm miracle could ever be.

She had been going about it all wrong, she didn't need to fear him, she needed to endear herself to him for his grace.

It might be too late for her, but it wasn't too late for her daughter.

AN: Okay, makes sense for everyone now? I tried to weave her story in the background, but apparently I wasn't clear enough. Sorry.

Since I won't be focusing on Lilia for a while, I'll leave her with some parting notes.

She was scared of Shirou and she felt had weak, so she hid her fear and projected hatred because she didn't want to let the demon know how scared she was.

She took comfort in Paul because he made her feel safe, she admired and envied his strength, and she was horny and thought Paul owned her some relief because he had raped her in the past. A form of messed up love manifested from her messed up emotions.

She also fears her daughter living a similar life as herself, and she's convinced an unfeeling demon would never assault her, and would protect his possessions.

I don't think she's a good person, but I don't actually care for the moralities or ethics of fictional characters, I just care for their determination and will power.

So, no, I don't think she's better off freezing to death in an alley.