Priestess of the Old Ways

“a certain faery queen has been looking for you tonight...” lilith’s voice was soft, and yet there was a hint of where she was teasing her--- playfully of course. if it was a woman she admired, it was hera. she didn’t put up with zeus’s bullshit, something she could relate to when it came to adam. “i will have to let her know that i’ve found you. shes beautiful. friend of yours?”

“so, are you enjoying yourself?” lilith turned to look at the figure next to her. it was unclear if lilith wanted to be there or not, but anything was possible. before she found herself with lucifer, she didn’t really talk to many people, but now that she was, she found herself opening up to the idea of having a few more people to talk to.

“do i know you from somewhere?” silver eyes blinked as she looked up at the other, platinum blonde hair pushed up into a bun as she pressed her crimson lips together curiously. then again she was lilith. she was the first woman to ever walk the earth, course there was a possibility that she knew the person.

“this might be a long short, but have you seen or heard anyone by the name of jon snow? dark curly hair, dark eyes, beard, not so much taller than me?” she asked the other, lavender eyes wide with worry as she approached her. “i have no idea how i’ve gotten here, but if i know he is here then... i know things will be okay.”

“the music here is just so beautiful...” dany whispered, lavender coloured eyes wide with awe as she took in the place. there were so many people celebrating. but what were they celebrating? “why is everyone so happy, might i ask? i guess this is a celebration of sorts?” she asked the nearest person, arms folding as her silver hair brushed over her shoulder.

“this is all so confusing...” dany’s voice was quiet, her silver hair dancing in what little breeze that brushed by. her lilac hues sparkled brightly and then she turned to look at the nearest person that she could find. “could you tell me where i may be? and what in the world is going on here?” last she remembered, she was staring at the iron throne, hand was beginning to reach out and touch it before she was brought here.

“do you ever wonder that this party is just a distraction of what could be going on? i mean. i’m enjoying myself but i can’t help but think that this there is a reason that this is happening. maybe i’m just overthinking it...” the faery witch mused quietly, turning to let her emerald eyes lock with the other’s curiously. 

“drink on me, what is your poison of choice?” morgana’s voice was playful as she turned to look at the other, a playful grin on her face.

“i’m so tired after the last few days. and we still have a few days to go. all part of the fun though, right?” morgana blinked a few times before turning to the other, her crimson lips curved up into a smile as she lightly tilted her head. “are you enjoying it?” she asked curiously, emerald hues sparkling.

“oh i know. it has been way too long, but i’ve needed to be there with my mother whilst you two were... parted. she is a strong being, but she felt a part of her was missing which caused her much suffering.” a smile crossed her face. “oh you know... been here... done that... opened up a few luciferian schools in my time as well.”

a laugh escaped lilith’s lips, and she let her silver hues lock with his dark ones.she popped open the bottle and picked out two glass tumblers and filled them with the strong alcohol. “men.” she admitted. “men who act like adam acted, really piss me off.” she admitted, her voice overly innocent. “and...they needed to be taught a lesson...” she smirked, and held out the drink for him to take.

lilith had been trying to redeem herself at first, but now she was certainly going back downhill again, but this time she was punishing those that deserved it, and gave them the most painful, gruesome deaths, first by the art of torture of course. she walked into their room, and of course because they both loved their liquor there was a small bar there. she was covered in blood, ahd her eyes were were sparkling that beautiful silver they always were. “drink, luci?” she asked, propping herself up to sit on the edge of the bar, immediately reaching over for the absinthe.