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Warnings: None.

Chapter IV

Vengeance

A small sigh escaped the demon's mouth before he spoke. Everything was silenced in the corridor except for the continuous thunder that roared every few minutes. The lights flickered, threatening to go out completely. Lotte stood there, staring hard at the demon before her. He would provide answers whether he wanted to or not; besides…it was part of the contract.

"Her name is Lilith," he stated.

"Lilith…" Lotte spoke, drifting off into thought.

She heard that name before. Demons spoke commonly about her; although, not much in detail. They were almost afraid of her own being. There was only one book out there that recorded her true self; however, it was lost and like the demons who spoke about her, the information was limited. Most novels written on her were myths and legends, stating she was once a celestial goddess turned dark. Nobody knew what the truth was surrounding her.

"Ah, I'm not surprised you know of her," he said, "you being enhanced in our world already."

Lotte crossed her arms. "I've never met her, but I've come across demons who have spoken about her and the dangers around her. The White Devil they called her." Her head shook. "But why did she kill my father? What does my family have that she wants?"

Her eyes moved to Sebastian's, watching his eyes turn bright red. "It's simple. She wants me."

"You?" Lotte's eyes widened, and uncrossed her arms. "She trapped you here? Why?"

"Unfortunately, I do not know her full intentions. She was never the one to publicly say. However, what I do know is your father was trying to protect his family and got in the way. Lilith doesn't hesitate to kill, especially with humans."

"If what you're telling me is true, then Lilith is more powerful than an average demon? And my father was the one who summoned her?"

"Correct. He was able to under heavy circumstances. Lilith is more powerful than myself. In fact, you can say she is what you humans call The Devil in disguise."

"But that's…"

"You're right, she isn't the Devil. But she is associated with him. You may say that she's his daughter."

"Oh gods…" Lotte whispered, opening her mouth to speak but finding no sound. "And my father…"

"Lotte, if you are thinking about finding her, don't. There is nothing in this world that you can do to stop her."

"But she's the only one…and she killed him…" she started to argue.

"We'll figure something else out. But having you die by her hands is not on my radar. I would rather remain a prisoner here than have you hunt her down and get killed in the process."

"You don't think I can take care of myself?" she questioned him.

But there was something in his eyes then, something that made Lotte pause. Those bright, red eyes- eyes that always held darkness whenever she peered into them- had a hint of worry for a moment. Just for a moment. Then he said something Lotte never thought a demon would say.

"All I want is to keep you safe."

Something inside her changed. Warmth fell over her entire being again. She had forgotten this feeling, and it had become almost foreign to her. She didn't really understand it, but her heart was beating faster than normal.

A knock on the main door erupted and brought her out of the trance. She looked down the corridor towards the noise, and could already see Sebastian heading towards it. She followed, curious to know who would be coming to the manor at this time of night. It wasn't really the best place to venture, even when the moon was out.

She was coming down the stairs when Sebastian opened the door.

"Hello, sorry to bother you; is Charlotte Phantomhive here?" a male voice asked.

Sebastian opened the door more to reveal and middle aged mail man standing with several large boxes in front of him.

She stopped at the door beside Sebastian, locking eyes with the man in front of her. "I'm Charlotte Phantomhive."

He stepped forward, and Lotte watched his eyes peer to the demon beside her and back at her. He handed her a clip board and a pen. "Please sign here."

Then she knew what the boxes were. She signed them quickly, thanking the man, and beginning to stack the boxes in the foyer. By the time she was at the final box, the mail man was gone. He could've at least helped.

"He was probably afraid of me." She heard the demon speak behind her.

She closed the door, turning to the demon with a shrug. "Well, the rumors about this place may as well be true."

She kneeled down to the four large boxes on the floor and smirked, feeling relief and joy in seeing them.

"If I may ask, what are in these boxes?" the demon questioned.

She started to rip apart the tap holding them together. "My children."

"I'm sorry?"

She whipped her head around to him and smiled, before reaching into the first box, and taking out a large rifle. She aimed, shutting her one eye, and laughing at the excitement. She turned fully to him now, holding the gun in one hand. "My weapons."

She put the rifle down and started to dig through the other boxes, pulling out more guns, rifles and pistols. "These are what protect me and have been for many years. They've killed more demons than anyone could count. Without them…I probably would've died long time ago."

She pulled out a small, wooden box, and opened them, taking out a small silver bullet, and holding it between her thumb and finger.

"Pure iron bullets," she smiled, closing her hand around it. "I'm glad these finally arrived."

"Either way," the demon started, "we should probably move these somewhere safe."

Lotte's smile disappeared, seeing Sebastian's facial expression: a face of disappointment.

She placed the weapons back into the boxes and closed them up. She carried one while Sebastian carried two and they placed them in her room for now.

She dismissed Sebastian for the night, and stared at the boxes lying on her bedroom floor. She told him she wanted to look them over before deciding where to put them permanently, but instead she wanted to find a place for them that not even Sebastian would know. But that would require knowing the manor inside and out, and I still don't know my way around yet. Hell, I get lost trying to find the bathroom. She sighed. Outside…?

Her eyes moved to the dark outdoors, wondering if there was another building on the property. A building that was abandoned and forgotten. A place nobody knew about.

A sanctuary.

xXx

Lotte stood staring out into the raining outside from the library. The warm mug of coffee filled her stomach as she looked out, still wondering about her own secret sanctuary, as well as her grandfather's letter and the ring.

She turned her attention to the demon who entered with a tray of food and more coffee. She sighed. "I told you I would get my own food."

"You looked deep in thought. I was concerned you wouldn't eat," he said.

"I would've eventually," she smirked, coming over to the tray covered with a fancy white cloth and silver plates, picking up a muffin. "I'll never get use to this." She took a small bite.

"Have you found a location for your weapons?" he suddenly asked. Lotte paused chewing and looked at him. Then he suddenly bowed. "I apologize, I shouldn't have asked so casually. I want to make sure-"

She held her hand up. "It's fine. I didn't yet. No."

He stood up and gave a small smile. "There's an old garden shed out back. It hasn't been used for decades, not since the servants' departure. In the old floor boards there is a secret bunker where you can store them."

Lotte stared at him in wonder.

He gave a short chuckle. "I thought I would mention it since you seem to trust me a bit more now."

She scoffed. "What gives you that idea?"

"You did eat some of the food I prepared for you."

She stared at the muffin in her hand and immediately placed it back down onto the silver plate. "Tha…that doesn't mean anything…I was hungry! I…there is no evidence behind that. I wasn't even thinking!"

The demon smirked. "Say as you will. The old master was the same. It took him awhile to warm up to me and trust me; even though he reminded me several times he would never trust a demon."

"I guess that's one different thing about him and me. I would never trust a demon," she frowned. "Not even when they cook. And by the way, the muffin was bland."

She walked passed him, hearing the small chuckle out of the creature. She had enough of his games for the day, and it wasn't even eight am yet.

She spent the next two hours dragging her weapons outside to the old shed out in the back. The small secluded building had become entwined with vines and bushes. Broke glass scattered all over the floor, and rust and erosion from the rain had eaten at the iron frame. But under the old wooden floorboards in the corner farthest from the entrance was the bunker Sebastian told her about. The rotten wood would have to be replaced, but the bunker itself was intact. The deep dirt hole was filled with old bottles of rum and wine. She made a noise of disgust, and started to collect her weapons in the hole, closing the latch, and hiding it from view.

Thunder roared above her as she walked back to the manor. The wind howled and moved the trees, making them creak. Then she paused as she felt a strange presence. It was the feeling of being watched and she knew something was hiding in the shadows of the trees. Her eyes scanned the area, narrowing them, but nothing came into view. Only the rain kept showering.

She kept walking, making a mental note of caution. She would let Sebastian know in case an unexpected intruder were to fall upon the place.

Lotte got back to the main door, opening them, and locking them behind her. Once she turned, she gasped in surprise to see Sebastian standing like a mere statue in front of her. She sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes.

"Did you have to do that?" she snapped, moving around him.

"Did you manage to find the shed?" he asked.

"Yes, but it's not in the best shape. I might have to fix it," she said, her tone distant.

"Lotte, is there anything wrong?"

She looked at the demon in surprise. Took her a second to realize a demon was somewhat concerned with her present behaviour. "Uh…no, it's fine." I'll mention the strange presence to him later.

"Very well," he bowed. "However, I was hoping to catch you before you ventured outdoors. There is something I've been meaning to give you."

He handed her a small black gun. It was simple and standard size. She glanced at him before carefully taking it and analyzing it.

"It was the master's. He kept it on person at all time, even when he slept. I thought you should have it," he continued.

Lotte's eyes grew wide. "Why?"

"The master would've wanted you to have it."

Her eyes softened as her hand held the black handle. It felt strange and oddly uneven, but it was her grandfather's; she would use it as much as she would be able to. "Thank you," she said in a clear voice, smiling. "It's a bit strange to handle, but thank you for giving it to me. It seems as though you are starting to trust me as well," she grinned.

"Yes, well I never said I didn't," the demon grinned back.

Lotte blushed and blinked away. "Right, uh…that reminds me though. I wanted to ask you about something. I would like to visit my father's grave and was wondering if you knew where he was buried?"

"That would be the East London Cemetery."

"Is my grandfather buried there too?" she asked cautiously.

"Did you wish to visit him as well?" Lotte watched his eye's narrow slowly.

"Well, I've never really visited him or my father's grave before…I was just curious really." She answered quickly.

"They are both there. Would you like me to call for a cab?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Thank you."

She watched as the demon went off and out of site. She let out a breath of relief, still watching the corridor where he disappeared into. It would be fifteen minutes until a cab arrived. She would go into the cemetery and retrieve her grandfather's ring. If her grandfather was correct, there would be something inside that would help her. Something that would slow Sebastian down. However, something worried her. Sebastian had told her about Lilith and how she trapped him in this manor due to her own father summoning her. But there was something Sebastian wasn't telling her, almost as if he couldn't, and it was the part her grandfather warned her about. Sebastian's power was steadily growing and one day it would destroy the world.

There was one thing that made her pause in her thoughts. A small spark of hope and trust she had formed towards the demon himself.

And that worried her.

xXx

The cab came in twenty minutes. Lotte stood at the door with Sebastian holding it open. The cab driver had the car door already open for her as the rain pounded the ground.

"Don't do anything rash," Sebastian told her.

"I know what I'm doing, Sebastian. I'll only be a few hours. Nothing more," she said.

His eyes narrowed and she sighed. "Just be careful," he replied.

A little surprised, she nodded at him before saying, "Do you mind making dinner tonight?"

She watched the demon's eyes almost light up. "And do you have any requests?"

Lotte paused for a moment and smiled. "My grandfather's favourite dish," she smiled, touching his arm lightly. "I'll see you tonight."

She walked to the cab, unable to process what she had done. Her action was new and something she never expected herself to do especially to a demon. He's probably thinking I'm some kind of fool! She cursed herself, entering the cab.

She didn't even look back as the car pulled away.

The drive wasn't very long, but it gave her some time to think about what had just occurred. She didn't know why her mind compelled her to touch the demon's arm so casually. She only knew him for a few days and already acted familiar towards him. Her eyes followed the drops of water on the windows. Dammit, what the hell is happening to me? Am I really going under a demon's spell so easily? Is it even a spell? She clenched her teeth in disgust. What is the meaning of this contract?!

"East London Cemetery," the driver announced, stopping the cab.

"I'll be only a few moments. Can you wait?" Lotte asked.

He nodded.

Lotte got out of the car umbrella-less. She didn't care about being in the rain. When she worked for the FBI, she was used to working in the cold weather. Rain never bothered her much. She ran towards the building's entrance. Inside, a small woman worked at the desk, writing something.

"Excuse me," Lotte spoke up. "I'm looking for my family's grave site."

"Last name?"

"Uh…Phantomhive."

The woman gave Lotte a curious look before opening a cabinet drawer, and taking out a folder. "Did you wish to go into the mausoleum as well?"

There's a mausoleum? "Please."

"I will need to see some identification to prove you are of family."

Lotte gave her the small ID card, and watched the woman's face freeze. She must've thought I was some kind of impostor.

The woman gave Lotte an old iron key and handed it to her, giving a small nod, and whispering. "I needed to make sure you were human. It's at the south end of the cemetery. Don't remain there too long."

Then she went back to her work.

Lotte watched the woman for a moment before exiting the building and running through the rows of gravestones to the south end of the large field. There she was met with several grave stones marked with the last name Phantomhive and a large stone mausoleum with the same name engraved above. Looks like my grandfather decided to still have his grave identified. But when she got to the door, she was surprised to see it made out of pure iron. At least he was cautious.

She placed the iron key in the lock and pushed the stiff door open with a creak loud enough to wake the dead. When she stepped inside she looked around the dark room. The only light came from the open door. She took out a flashlight from her bag, turning it on, and looked around. The room was dry, dusty, with no evidence of rust. The walls were decorated with iron dancing demons, telling a tale of death. And in the middle of the small room was an iron casket, holding her late grandfather.

She walked to the side of it, her flashlight shining onto the metal. Her hand brushed off the layer of dust, making her cough, and revealing the engravings of her grandfather's name: Ciel Phantomhive, born December 14, 1875; died December 31, 1942.

Lotte then put the flashlight down, and started to lift the casket open. She wasn't sure what she would find inside, but she had no fear of a corpse, even her own grandfather's.

When she opened it the whole way, she looked away in disgust. The smell was horrid, and she fought back the vomit that threatened to come. She quickly took action though, grabbing the flashlight and shining it on the corpse. On the hand was the ring, silver with a hug sapphire stone that was still shining even after all the years of isolation. Lotte held her breath as she touched the desiccated skin, hearing small crunching sounds as she tried to pull the ring off.

Once Lotte had the ring in her hands, she shook her head at the corpse. "I'm sorry, Grandfather."

And she closed the casket, sealing him back into his grave.

Once back outside, she locked the door, and looked at the sapphire ring in her hands. So, this will help me? "I hope you're right about this, Grandfather."

She placed it into her bag, and started to walk back, pausing for a moment at a grave off to her right. She slowly walked towards it, feeling the raindrops roll off her hair. Then she stopped at the grave, with the name Rhys Phantomhive engraved in the stone. Father…. She stood there for a few minutes, ignoring everything else. There were many things she wanted to say to him. But couldn't find the words. So all she did was simply say, "I will avenge you," and walked away.

Lotte dropped the key off at the desk, but the woman had disappeared. Once outside, she felt it. Something was in the air. Her hand fell onto her pistol hidden at her side as she walked back to the cab which she could hear the Beatles blasting through the windows.

"Did you see anyone coming through here?" she asked the driver once inside.

"No," he answered, turning the radio. "Where to now?"

"Home." She answered simple.

She watched the cemetery as they drove away, just noticing a shadowing figure behind a grave marker watching her. She couldn't make out the features except the bowler hat on the head. She kept her eyes on the figure until they were out of sight. I knew there was something hanging around the area.

"Can you speed up please?" she asked the driver who did what she asked.

Her hand reached into her bag and took out the sapphire ring. She turned it around, eyes the markings and the sapphire stone. What are you trying to tell me, Grandfather? Then she noticed one of the small teeth-like latches holding the stone was missing. Her fingernail dug into the area until a small pop sounded. The stone popped out of the hold and landed in her hand. She rubbed the stone between her fingers, curious to know why it broke off so easily.

She sighed in defeat, shaking her head. Then her thoughts went back to the figure watching her in the cemetery. A bowler hat? Her eyes grew wide.

"Excuse me, can you take me to Social Worker's office instead?" she told the driver.

A small sigh escaped the cabby as he took a hard turn and headed into London.

She couldn't keep her eyes off the stone as the car drove into London. When they stopped, she got out, telling the cab driver he was free to go and she would take another home. She stuck the stone back into the ring, and walked into the office ahead of her.

It was still the same busy place. People were walking, typing, and talking all at once. Lotte had to squeeze past some people to get to the desk she was looking for. And when she did, the same mid-forties woman was still there, typing quickly on her type-writer.

"Excuse me; I'm looking for Mr. Wilson." Lotte said.

The woman didn't look up. "He's not here at the moment."

"Can you tell me where he is?"

Then she looked up and froze. "Ms. Phantomhive, excuse my rudeness. I didn't know you were there." Lotte's pursed her lips. "I don't know where he is today. It's his day off. I'm sorry."

"Right, do you have a number I can contact him? It's an emergency."

"I'm sorry, I don't. He doesn't have a house number. I can ask another social worker if you have a question."

She waved her hand. "It's fine. Thank you."

Lotte left quickly, standing out in the rain. Her breathing was heavy and her hand balled into a fist. How dare Lawrence Wilson follow her to the cemetery! Next time she saw him she would give him a piece of her mind.

"I need a drink…" she muttered, following the walkway down the street.

Her muscles twitched to shoot something. A demon would've been good. But with this rain, it would be hard to spot one. Until she spotted a man in a raincoat and sunglasses walk past her, oblivious to her stare.

Perhaps I could ask if he knows anything about Lilith…

She followed him silently down the rainy street, passing crowds of people along the way. He didn't notice her as she followed meters behind. Her hand rested on her pistol ready to take action. Then he turned down an alley way, and Lotte knew he had noticed her presence. So he wants to see if I follow…

And she did.

When she did the man had just disappeared inside a building. Lotte walked to the entrance and looked at the sign swinging above. Angel's Pub. She eyed the door, wondering if she had found a demon bar in London. "Fitting name," she commented.

She opened the door and went into a cigarette smoked, dim lit room. A few people played pool, others sat at tables drinking. At the bar, a few sat drowning in their drinks. It smelled like blood and death. There was even one man sitting at a table with his throat slit. Nobody seemed to care. She was in the right place. Perhaps I can find answers here.

She walked up to the bar and sat down on the stool, waiting for the bartender.

The bartender was greasy and skinny. His long hair pulled back into a bun and he looked around mid-forties.

"What can I get for you, lady?" he asked in a think Scottish accent.

"Gin," she answered, carefully eyeing the people beside her.

The clear glass appeared in front of her, and she slipped it silently.

"You aren't from these parts, are you," the bartender smiled, showing off several missing teeth. His eyes were a deep yellow. Even in the dim, smoked light, she could see the glass-like reflection.

"No," she simply replied with no emotion.

"Where you from?"

"Out of town." She paused taking a sip from her glass, and looked up to the demon. "I was wondering if you can tell me something."

He looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"I'm looking for someone. Someone by the name of Lilith."

Then everything froze and all became quiet. Lotte turned her head and noticed everyone had stopped and was now looking at her. She turned back around. The bartender rested his arm on the counter with the grease cloth in hand.

"Listen, lady; let me give you some piece of advice here. You don't go looking for Lilith, she finds you. You want something from her, you'll have to wait. Also, I wouldn't go and ask around for her. Some of us here don't like to get involved in politics if you know what I mean."

She breathed out. "Then can you tell me anything you know about Sebastian Michaelis?"

"And why do you want to know about him?"

She blinked. "For a friend. A human friend."

A man a few stools down laughed. He grinned to her, downed his drink. "Sebastian Michaelis is a fool."

"I would be careful what you say, Daryl," the bartender warned.

"And what can he do?" Daryl exclaimed, throwing his arms out in exaggeration. "He's a bloody prisoner now! Someone of his caliber should've been ruling the world, and instead decided to become a lapdog for some stupid brat. Why the guy decided to make a contract with a damn kid is beyond me!"

"That was almost a hundred years ago," an older man on the other side of her commented without looking at them. "I'm pretty sure the kid is dead."

"But the family isn't!" Daryl stood up. He was tall, with shaggy brown hair and a torn raincoat. "Don't you think Sebastian would've had a plan? He is more powerful than a normal demon."

"How powerful?" Lotte asked.

Daryl leaned in towards her, only inches from her face. His yellow eyes glowed. "Let's just say he's a step below the one you're looking for."

She held her breath, trying to not pass out from his stench. "Does Lilith want Sebastian?" she asked without regret.

Daryl stood back, shrugging. "Who knows? That bitch does whatever she wants."

"Careful…" the bartender hissed.

"She's very private with her plans," Daryl continued. "Only the ones who work very close to her know her true intentions."

"Yes, but her plans usually mean good things for all of us demons," the older man added.

"Shut up, Bill! You call this damn rain good?" he laughed. "More demons come out of fuckin' hiding at night! And all us smaller ones are pushed around. It's bullshit! I blame the fuckin' Phantomhive family for this shit! And for releasing that bitch!"

"Daryl! Enough out of you!" the bartender snapped.

"Shut up! It's their damn fault! If that damn idiot didn't summon the wrong demon, we would be free to do as we pleased. Now we have to follow the rules under some fuckin' bitch who doesn't show herself."

"You're going to be sent back to Hell if you keep this up. You know she can hear you."

"Whatever. Don't get involved, sweetheart. If your human friend wants to know more about Sebastian, they're fuckin' screwed. Anyone involved with him or demons at the same level as him have already signed their death certificate."

She stared at her drink, letting the demon's words sink into her head. All she wanted was to blow his brains out and send him back to Hell herself, but she held back. She wouldn't survive all of them in the pub.

"By the way," Daryl continued. "You have the same blue eyes as that Phantomhive brat! Doesn't she, Bill? What's your name, sweetheart?"

Lotte shot her drink back and looked at him. "None of your goddamn business."

She slammed a few pounds on the counter and walked out of the pub, breathing in the fresh air.

Lotte walked quickly out of the alley before Daryl and his friends would appear. She didn't want to make a scene in front of a demon pub.

As she turned the corner, her eyes remained on the pub door, and didn't notice the figure she ran into. She apologized quickly, and blinked through the rain at the familiar face of the man she was looking for.

"Wilson?" she exclaimed.

The old man tipped his drenched bowler hat. "Ms. Phantomhive, how are you?"

"What...what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I've been trying to contact you. Why did you follow me to the cemetery?"

He smiled at her. Lotte felt his hand come around to her back side, and pushed her along down the street. "Let's go somewhere drier to talk, yes?"

They landed in a small café, drinking coffee and being surrounded by writers, lovers, and even a few demons. Wilson sipped his while Lotte stared at him.

"I know you have any questions for me, Ms. Phantomhive," Wilson began.

"Oh I have more than just questions," she answered, crossing her arms. "But first, I want to know why you were at the cemetery today."

"I do have family there. I was only visiting them," he answered.

Lotte relaxed her arms, feeling the guilt radiate through her body. "I'm sorry." She took a deep breath. "I should've known. But you did look kind of creepy."

"Yes, well it is a cemetery."

"Right. Another thing," she leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Why didn't you tell me about the butler?"

"Butler? Oh yes, Sebastian! I was wondering if he was still around."

"Still around?! Mr. Wilson…do you know what he is?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he grinned.

She shook her head and whispered. "I know he's a demon and I'm pretty sure you know too. You were friends with my grandfather after all. I know you would be in the loop. Plus the fact he hasn't even aged a day since the 19th century."

Wilson's smile disappeared. "Ms. Phantomhive , I must apologize, but you should be careful around Sebastian. He is no normal demon."

"I know that and a few other things as well."

"Then you know how important your inheritance is." He leaned forward, his dark eyes slightly opening behind his glasses. "Be careful who you trust. Also, I wouldn't be going into strange pubs at the moment. You don't know who might be listening."

"Who?" she asked.

He cleared his throat, leaning back into the chair. "I think you should start heading home now, Ms. Phantomhive. It's getting late."

She looked outside and he was right. The rain was slowly stopping. When she turned her head back, Mr. Wilson had disappeared, leaving a few pounds behind on the table. She stood up, looking around the café, not seeing him. She rushed outside, but no luck.

He was gone.

She sighed, pulling out her change purse to notice she didn't have enough. "Great," she mumbled.

Then she noticed the motorcycles parked to the side of the street. It reminded her of her own in New York before she crashed it when she was twenty. She walked over, admiring them. They were rare in England, and even rarer in London. Without anyone looking, she got on the first one, making quick work to hot wire it. It roared to life and she sped quickly away before anyone saw her.

The rain stopped by the time she got back to the manor. The stars appeared and the moon was shining light down below. There were no lights on in the manor. She wondered if they had gone out during today's storm.

She opened the front door, walking into the darkness. Sebastian must be working on getting the lights fixed. But something was off. And she jumped at the loud crash that echoed through the manor.

She called out. "Sebastian? Is that you?"

She started her way towards the noise down the corridor, her pistol immediately in her hand.

"Sebastian?" she called out again.

She stopped walking, trying to hear the noise again, but only hearing silence.

Another sound erupted behind her, a sound of soft footsteps. They stopped shortly behind her. She turned around to the sound, and standing ten feet above her was a black, smoky shadow.

And then she screamed.

I've always liked Lilith has a character in pop culture. I hope you'll like her character in this story!

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