Her time on Innistrad had been going surprisingly well. She's found mentors to help harness her power. She's made allies in high places. And most recently, she's acquired a rather nice estate. But to run such a large place she would need a bit of help. Living help would be the first thing anyone would think of. There was always someone looking for a job. Yet that came with it's own issues. Humans were not always the most reliable. Loyalties and emotions got in the way along with physical limitations. That's not even touching on the issue of having to pay the living nor the fact that really and truthfully they can't be counted as an easy replenish able source. The dead though? There were scores of them, hidden beneath layers of earth. Their only purpose would be to do exactly as she said with no compensation at all. Granted, she could take the time and extra mana to make a small handful more sentient than others to function outside the hivemind of her control.
While she could probably just feel around to find some specimens, the easier option was to raid the graveyard. No one would notice if they were missing anyhow. Even if someone did she didn't really care.
The dirt is soft from a thunderstorm the previous night which makes things a bit easier. There was little digging that actually had to be done on her part thankfully. Like flowers sprouting from the ground the dead arose. It's been getting easier to call more and more of them at a time.
Her work is complete and she's about ready to leave. But it's a warm light coupled with the sound of fluttering wings that catches her attention. Liliana turns her attention to the intruder, sneering slightly. An Angel of course. She expected one to show up, what with all her dark dabbling going on. Though she had What annoying and disgusting creatures with their self-righteous attitudes and no minds of their own it always seemed.
Through the connection with her newly arisen servants, she can feel the buzz of anticipation - of hunger. How desperately they yearned for the taste of flesh. And with each movement their need grew stronger, their attention drawn to the holy creature like moths to a flame. The only thing holding back was her.
She's merciful though towards her now loyal subjects; for she let's go of the leash that holds them just enough to allow them to indulge their desire yet not enough to start running wild or even turn on her. As they are let loose, she still funnels manna to them, increasing their vigor and strength. The angel stands no chance. The sound of screams, clanging, ripping and wet squelching fill the air. Feathers scatter about and blood splatters the ground. The fight is valiant and she manages to destroy a few of the undead abominations. She's no match for them however.
Liliana stood watching, unflinching, as the creature gets massacred by the zombies. Perhaps she should have looked away. No normal person would revel in such a show. It reminds of her of a time in her youth when she wandered into the kitchens back home in search of something sweet, only to come upon one of the cooks preparing chickens for that night's dinner. What shakes away her thoughts and draws her attention from the scene is the glint of gold in the moonlight. She moves towards the object, bending down to pick it up. Through examination Liliana realizes it's the creature's headpiece. A simple design, forged in a beautiful gold and made to match the set of armor that has now been tarnished.
For a moment she debates on what to do with it. Slowly, the Necromancer places it on her head. When she does so, she feels a surge of pride and satisfaction. What a lovely accessory to have. And an even better trophy.