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Lilith looked at her daughter, Bree. The girl was such a disappointment! Hiding her anger from her child, she spoke in her honeyed tones, "That seems to be going well." She kissed her daughter's cheek, "I'm very glad that you've overcome your reluctance."
"I wasn't reluctant, Mother," Bree demurred, eyes downcast, "I was worried that I would not have the experience and wisdom to serve you best."
"Ah," Lilith chuckled, "It is precisely for this reason that only you could serve." Insufferable child! Lilith's mind worked quickly, devising a new plan and a backup contingency, obviously, her daughter was not to be trusted. Lilith felt no maternal pangs of guilt over her new plan, she had thousands of daughters she could count on, and ridding herself of the one would be no hardship.
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The beautiful redheaded seer backed away from Lilith as she entered Lord Phobos' chamber. She hissed at the older woman, "What are you doing here? You are not allowed!"
Phobos narrowed his dangerous brown eyes at this, his most ancient nemesis. "Lilith, I had not thought you would come to welcome me," he feigned a mocking surprise, gesturing to the Seer to leave.
"And I had not thought that you'd ever wear the guise of a mortal." She looked scornfully at Phobos, then shrugged her shoulders, "Hmm? Good vessels must be so hard to come by."
"Much as I 'enjoy' our little get togethers, I am busy. If there was something you wanted…" He turned dismissively.
"Only to share knowledge," she beckoned enticingly.
His response was to face her expectantly.
"The 'Twice Blessed' son of a Charmed One will be in my daughter's chamber tomorrow night," she shared.
"Ah, the prophecy." He nodded, "Tell me, Lilith, in my absence why didn't you just seize the power. You had the chance." His bored tone infuriated the ancient woman.
"I will have your throne, My Lord," she sneered, "But come…it was only empty for less than three decades. Even though, I understand that seems an inordinate amount of time for someone who was born of human parents," she spat, "For me, it is no time, minutes, seconds. I will never gain your throne through rash cleverness, I will only gain it through careful planning," she confided.
"Well, you're partly right," he held out his hand, enveloping her in a mass of shadow, thick and tight, immobilizing the old enchantress. He strode closer, "You will never gain my throne." He laughed. "Your daughter refuses to do your bidding and become your whore, killing the 'Twice Blessed' in the process, so you think to sashay into MY throne room and inspire me to…help? I should kill the 'Twice Blessed' myself, his children may help you to claim my throne and overpower me after all." He tsked at the sorceress, "His children also may have the power to destroy you for all time. Decisions, decisions," he mocked. His eyes burned red and the shadow became fire, burning Lilith, "I will fight the Charmed Ones and their insipid brats on my own time and following MY agenda, Crone, not yours." He released her and within moments her skin was again polished marble, perfection. "Now sashay yourself back to your own chambers, I have no intention of helping you."
Cowered, she turned to depart.
His voice followed her out, "Oh, and, Lilith, do you lose this particular daughter to the other side, you will not have to worry about the offspring of the 'Twice Blessed' destroying you." He threatened.