divine violence / .

Namaah's child, that is who Ismael was. And if it were not for the connection that Lilith had with the demon herself, then perhaps this encounter would have already gone much differently. As it were, the little cambion held a certain spot within her ability to care. Lucky him. A brow lifted at his tone, yet she held her own tongue. For now. It had been clear from a mile away that Ismael hadn't quite dealt with what had happened in this future that no longer was. Imprisonment, torture, there would be no telling what all the cambion had dealt with. But Lilith had no time to console him, especially not if he wished to keep those memories. "Pouring yourself into work? How truly boring. Don't you want to have some fun instead?" Perhaps there would not be a way to get back at all those that had wronged him, but maybe they could find the first stepping stone that would eventually lead them.

"And here I intended to adopt the sweet dears for myself," further teasing, as she sat across from one of her princes. There was no reason for her to be there, other than Abaddon themself. If she intended to pour favor into each one of them, she would do so by treating them to what they themselves favored. This establishment would be something of an appetizer for him. "Indeed they are," she mused, eyes alight with the mischief that could always be at play. "They've also set themselves up pretty in that forest. A melting pot, if you will. Once past the gates, it would be a new type of buffet," how unfortunate for the lycans, yet how fortunate for her. Lycaon had always been a thorn in her side, perhaps it was time for a bit of payback.

If Remus ever believed there to be a day when the jacket was not brought up, he had another thing coming. For Lilith intended to never let the moment fade from their minds. It was the least she could do to remind him that she cared. Her thumb caressed their cheek for a moment, before she drew her hand back, "I am so glad you said that, because I have just the thing for our little sullen boy." Then again, there was no short list when it came to what Lilith needed. Especially now, given her latest title. Both with the Asphodel, and the very soul that now nestled in with her own.

"I wasn't afraid of them thousands of years ago, I'm not afraid of them now." Lilith had forgiven those who'd once cast her aside easily; the former seraphim she saddled herself up to now had all watched as she'd run screaming from the garden. Not that it mattered now, the force bore down between them as the blood she drew hit the ground beneath her finger immediately, more pressure and the rest of the self-proclaimed first demon was flattened against the ground. "You're not in any position to make threats, but you've suffered, and for my part in that, we're past any point in attempting amends. Even still, you've ensured you do not deserve them even if we weren't. But I'll ask you this instead: do you have any last words?"

Force bore down on the aspect as Michael looked towards the demon that had revealed herself. When last they spoke, he'd abstained from striking her down in public for fear of causing a scene; Lilith had proven that it was better to kill her when the opportunity was presented than to continue to let her live. Brought low, Michael looked down at the aspect as one after another blades glinted into creation around her; conjured from nothing as they pointed inward towards her.

Perhaps once upon a time, Lilith had feared Michael. The seraphim that responded so easily to the whims of his Father. That had killed without qualm because his Father had ordered such a thing. Fear no longer took root within her heart, no longer seized her limbs when the seraphim drew near. "So I've been told before," words slipped from her tongue as her gaze shifted to the created weapons. Her hand lifted to draw a finger against the nearest one, blade sharpened as it sliced a thin wound. He afforded himself too much credit if he believed he could kill her so easily. "We've decided to be generous," a seemingly mild statement, though the wickedness in her smirk did not falter, "and offer you a chance to stay out of our way." Her gaze shifted once more to him, to the face that had been her ultimate downfall. Michael should have chosen better.

Demons were hedonistic creatures and Lilith was the mother of all of them. It seemed fitting that she would find herself in the middle of any chaos that ensued. Lucifer could say the same for himself. He had indeed been the one to start a rebellion that would shape the course of history. Mentally, he was patting himself on the back. The Archfiend always wondered where they would be if they had actually won that war. It was no matter to them now though. Lucifer and Lilith would win this one with the blood, sweat and tears of all others involved. For now though, they could have some fun. He lifted his head slightly up off of her shoulder to look at the lycan she had decided would be their next victim. While the vampire tried to come to his senses, Lucifer focused his attention on the dog. There were many sins to pull out of this one, but it felt like violence would be all too easy. So, instead, he did what any person would have done. He amped up that feeling of lust within the lycan enough for them to start humping some table leg. "Well, I guess that's to be expected with dogs."

The laugh was as smooth as the darkness that had surrounded her heart, as she watched the little mutt rut against the poor table. Lilith had bargained with the fleabags once, given them precisely what they needed in order to make a difference. And what had they done? Spoiled such a treat by getting themselves blown up. Hardly a necessary piece upon the board, Lilith would rather see them run back to that little forest of theirs. Where they could stay. The amusement was held for a moment longer, before she finally turned away from the creature, and into Lucifer. Her hand reached up, fixed a few of the curls at the side of his head, before it moved to rest against the back of his neck. "Are your siblings prepared for what is to come? Or do they plan to get swayed by this realm?"

Lilith had not expected the princes of the Inferno to kiss the very ground that she had walked on. Even if she had released them from their confines, and allowed them once more to enter the mortal realm. Perhaps a simple thank you would have sufficed. Then again, perhaps they should have kissed the ground. It would not, however, change her opinion of them. Or the soft spot that she had developed for each of them. Once seraphim, Lilith had not lumped them in with those that had sought her out. That had driven a seraph blade through her heart within the realm of her own freedom. "Shall I send you back to the inferno then?" A lilt of teasing to her tone, she eyed the archfiend's already growing plate. This would simply be an appetizer for the other. "Don't worry, my darling. I have plenty of treats in store for you. Have you ever had a taste for lycan?"

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In appearance, Octavian was a formidable force. A creature that dared any and all to take their chance. With a mind that spanned timelines, there was much that the archdruid could offer. Even more that he would be capable of. Lilith had no intention of turning him further against her, of fracturing whichever bond that they could form now that they stood on the same side. Yet, Lilith had never particularly been a creature to cave to the demands of others. Especially men. "Ask? You did not ask, Octavian. If I recall, you demanded," a gentle sneer, as her gaze narrowed ever so slightly upon him. There was much that Octavian would be capable of, but she had already proven that she was capable of bringing him to his knees. "Make your ask, see how generous I can be."

He should've never asked. Knowing Lilith, anything was possible when it came to asking her that kind of question. What do you want in return? That had to be the dumbest thing he could've ever said out loud even though he was sure Renfield probably thought otherwise. Still, he let out a sigh as she leaned closer, arms dropping from their folded position on her chest. "Well, what exactly are you asking me to do here, babe? You sound like you want me to beat the shit out of someone." Which he didn't really mind, but it certainly felt like it needed to be warranted. Then again, he guessed disloyalty did indeed breed an ass beating.

Remus absolutely shouldn't have asked. But Lilith was so glad that he had. For though she was the chosen priestess of Persephone, the fact that she could not harm those that followed her would prove to be less than appealing. Which is where Remus came in. "I would never ask for you to do such a thing," for what all would Persephone know? Her soul was embedded within Lilith, capable of so much that had yet to be revealed. "I simply want to ensure the safety of a particular goddess, and those that may no longer see her as such." Her thoughts strayed to those that had already betrayed the goddess, that had made a move against Lilith herself. While she could not raise a hand towards them, the same could not be said for Remus. "However that happens, I'm sure you'll make sure they understand."

who? @xliilith where? the colosseum

Lilith did not like others knowing who she was, while she knew nothing of them. This creature was something more than just the mortal woman she appeared as. There was that feeling, which itched at the back of her mind, that told her she knew who this woman was. Or rather, she should have. But the name did not present itself, nor did any other detail that may steer Lilith into the right direction. And it infuriated her. "And you are?"