the first witch

"You seem disappointed by that," Zelda pointed out, a hint of a smile in her eyes as she considered the first woman. Now that she gave it some thought, it was rather amusing that Lilith would take the time and effort to bring the issue to her attention.

"Missing you?" Lilith repeated, scoffing a little and making every effort to appear as if the concept was ridiculous. "I'm just aware that the longer small things are left alone in this town, the sooner they become...." Lilith took a deep breath, forcing a tight smile to hide any lurking truth in Zelda's statement. "Larger issues."

Lifting her chin to meet Zelda's challenge, she leaned a hand on the woman's desk as she looked at her.

"Though I have to admit, there is something about this...particular environment that I am drawn to."

And finding herself impressed and frustrated with her in equal measure.

"The girl doesn't need to die, no," Lilith assured with a flash of a smile. "Though if she isn't careful, I imagine it will happen anyway." But she supposed if it did, no doubt her aunts would drag her to that little pit of resurrection soil and absolve Sabrina of her consequences once again.

"Lucifer wished to use her to realise his own plans, but he discovered, as everyone eventually does, that Sabrina doesn't adhere to any plans but her own. She helped imprison him, and, very recently, became Queen of Hell herself. Even though she had promised that throne to me," she added through clenched teeth, barely contained frustration filling her features. "Instead I'm her Regent while Lucifer is bound in a human Acheron, a prison of flesh and bone, bound in Damascus Steel."

"Tell me; how often does this particular school find itself...under threat?"

Although there were some students who had already, in brief interactions, pushed her to the limits of her patience, and she had to admit she would enjoy pushing them to their limits, to see a little glimpse of their suffering. It might be relaxing.

Ah, had it truly been that obvious he'd been observing her? Well, he had been sitting by the door, idly keeping track of what she'd been up to for a bit. She was bound to notice him at some point. Perhaps she knew all along and only chose now to mention it? Who was to say?

That said, with the invitation to enter her home, did Nyght slip inside. He made his way over to the fire, curling up into a void of fluff to warm himself up.

"Some spells are more complicated, prone to...careless mistakes," she explained further before lifting her handiwork for the familiar to see. A stone, carved with sigils and ancient words, and Lilith's own blood marked across it.

"Do you know there are some spells, particular ones of power, that are so ancient that they're written nowhere? Lost to everyone but those who...already know them."

"A girl is no one. I do not want, I do not wish. A girl has no desires except some spare coin." She shook the empty bowl for emphasis. "... of which you have none." The added quip couldn't help but leave her lips.

"I know you desire much more than coin. You desire vengeance. Death. At your heart you actually desire your family back," she added casually. "Call for me if you change your mind and decide you want more than this..." Lilith cast a disdainful look at their surroundings. "patriarchal binding."

"She would then enact perversions of the Nazarean's miracles which would allow the Dark Lord to return to his original form and walk the earth, making slaves of witch and mortal alike as he rules the world as his tenth's circle. Of course," Lilia added, pausing for effect in consideration. "That part didn't exactly go according to the plan since the shadow girl is rather fond of this world and its mortals. But she's the...living embodiment of a road to Hell paved with good intentions. She has power and thinks she knows what to do with it; she's usually wrong."

Diana's sitting out on the porch with her feet tucked in sipping on the cup of tea she made when she felt the others presence. "I'm the only one here, so you can stop lurking."

"Lurking isn't exactly the word I'd use."

Pouring herself some wine, she eventually turned back to the fox-girl. "Considering how tainted with endless bacteria Holy Water actually is, I wouldn't recommend using it for anything. Except possibly spreading disease," she added as an afterthought.

"Well that depends," she replied. "What are the...allowed parameters of my interrogation techniques?"

"If you could spare some coin... that's all the help I need." Arya tucked herself closer to the wall behind, putting some distance between herself and the woman. "Thank you for your kindness but I'm alright."

"But you can't really mean that you're alright, that there isn't anything you wish to have, or help you need," she continued. "I've seen what you're capable of, everything you've survived, and my advice to you, Arya Stark, is never to trust a man. Especially one that deemed it necessary to...rob you of your sight."

Though the girl couldn't see it, a knowing and devilish smile of temptation crossed Lilith's red lips. "I could return it to you. If you wish."

"Well, she's not exactly an ordinary half mortal. She has power, the kind that can only come from a...." Lilith took a deep breath that became a heavy sigh filled with the weighty exhaustion of her knowledge. "...celestial parentage. While he kept it secret both from even myself and the girl, her father is Lucifer Morningstar."