Lilith arrives at one of Apocalypse’s many fortresses, hate burning in her heart for the mutant who first called her from the void as used her as a tool.
“EN SABAH NUR!”
Lilith’s voice seemed to shake the earth beneath her.
“You owe me a debt, tyrant!”
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The old mutant looks up from where he'd been sitting – a make-shift throne, it looks like, crudely pieced together from large pieces of metal presumably pulled from the huge, abandoned structure he currently resides in. A grimace cracks across his grey face, the kind you make when you come across some annoying but slight inconvenience.
"You..." he spits. "I don't have time for you. Pestilence. take care of her."
A rank smell wafts into the space all of a sudden, hot and heavy and sickly. Somebody's feet drags against the floor. The sound is closer than Lilith had thought. When the hell did anybody sneak in?
