Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Hallways


Who I'm With: Fool, Child, (@TommyGun15 ) and Imalia Erus


What I'm Doing: Trying to be civil


Lillith nodded at Imalia's introduction and explanation, seeming to process the information relatively easily. She returned Imalia's curtsy, as was the proper thing to do. Her curtsy was more shallow than Imalia's, however. A matter of pride, really.


"How would one lose their spot in their own Universe?" She questioned. When Imalia commented about her dietary needs, Lillith pouted. "Well it's hardly my fault. This is the first time I've woken up that Nathan hasn't already provided me with snacks." She complained.
 



Location: The Hallways


Who I'm with: Lillith (@Lunaria Silver ), Imalia (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Leaving


Geralt frowned at Lilith's words, but a chaos beast certainly sounded like a more important matter than this. He began to wiped the Vampire Oil of of his blade, applying a new one to suit the chaos beast.


"Well Imalia, it looks like you have the situation here under control. I'll go help deal with the chaos beast."


With that, Geralt turned and walked down the hallway, heading for the grounds. Once there he tracked the sounds of combat until he reached where Nishira, Ivela, and Shard were fighting the Chaos Beast. Geralt drew his sword and joined them in combating the beast.
 
Location: School Caff


Who I'm with: Complicated


What I'm doing: Attempting to enjoy a sandwich.


The commotion outside the caff was rather loud, but considering the school Quill thought this to be the norm. The blond librarian had detoured somewhat from his original plan of watching the fights...as the lunch announcement rang out signaling a pause to the events. Before him lay the marvelous golden treasure known as... 'The Club Sandwich!' Church bells were made for such an item indeed. Since he had come to be in the possession of the ever changing library Quill had stopped requiring food for sustenance... but taste and mouth feel were all very much active within him.


"And now for the semi yearly treat!" he cooed with giddy anticipation, Sandwich raised for that first glorious bite~! His joy was cut short by the sudden startling realization that the caff had instantaneously filled with injured students. "...This is an elaborate prank yes?" Quill stood up, crestfallen at the unfortunate truth that someone had taken it upon themselves to deny him his second favorite event behind tormenting the headmistress. With heavy and wavering steps the librarian made his way to the door and swung it wide into the occupied hallway "Who...Who dares t-!" The thin man paused, mid sandwich gesture to sniff the air and stare at the rabble rousing young woman who started this series of unfortunate events "...you need a bath..." his blue eyes peered over the half moon glasses at Lilith and ignored the bodies of students lining the edges of the hallway.


The sandwich, for it's part, drops some of it's contents in defiance.
 
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Location: Father's Chambers/Hallway


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)/James (@TommyGun15), Quill (@gojikins) and Lillith (@Lunaria Silver)


What I am doing: Observing/Explaining


"Keeper?" Why'nn asked. It was a question that held vague recognition, but she honestly wasn't sure who Keeper was. She couldn't remember. "What does he keep?" Someone's master? The girl shifted slightly, biting her lip.


Slowly, she began to follow him, clutching onto the doorframe as she watched the ceiling suspiciously once more. "So this means I am not to be sent to the war yet?" The two worlds were melding in her mind. While she remembered most of her time at the school, she was still convinced she must be in Thay. "The Order of Necromancy will not show up to take me away, correct?" Would it be fine to climb the walls and poke the ceiling? It was the only way she would know for sure...


Why'nn jumped, grabbed onto the wall, and climbed up to touch the ceiling. She found it solid and this both soothed and disturbed her. Father was making tea. Outside it was bright. "Truly, Father, where are we? In Laprendrar? Gauros? I know this is not Delhumide... It does not feel like the air in Bezantur, and I have heard Eltabbar is supposed to be truly busy at all times of the day and night, but there is calm outside." Again, her gaze was fixed on the ceiling. 'Or is this all one grand illusion? Is it going to fall away and leave me in a cell with the abomination glaring down at me? I do not wish for that.' She looked harder, as if trying to see through the solid material.


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Imalia nodded at the question and explanations. "Yes, yes, most of your kind prefer to have something waiting there right as you wake. I understand." She gathered herself into a better posture, folding her hands before her. "Universes expel whatever is unwanted, too dangerous, or downright strange. Most of the time it's objects, sometimes it's people. Nishira created this plane when she was expelled from her own universe, so rejects from others simply... appear here. Universes have a way of knowing when something doesn't belo-"





The librarian stepped out of the cafeteria. When had he gotten there? As Imalia didn't particularly need to breathe, she rarely used her sense of smell. "Oh, Quill! Here, let me get another sandwich for you!"
 
Location: My chambers


Who I amwith: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I am doing: Talking, listening, & observing


The monk raised his eyebrow at her question. "You described him, if he has a gender, as 'big and strong and smells like home.' And apparently have met him several times." Her nervous tick of biting her lip and fidgeting drew his curiosity.


As the kettle began to bubble and hiss as the water grew hotter, he leaned against the counter. "No, you will not be sent to the war, and nor shall the order take you." The monk did cock his head to the side as she scaled the wall to touch the ceiling. 'There is no falsehood about the building.' Feeling her confusion through the binding and watching it play across her face, he floated up to her. "There is no illusion here, we are not as the books and tales and games of Mr. Shaw's world." The warlock looked at the ceiling as if he could see through it add stare into the eyes of some great weaver a the threads of fate. Smiling he looked back to his daughter. "You are correct, we are not in Thay nor those other places." His arm extended for her to grab onto, and once she was holding him, the warlock slowly lowered them both back to the floor just in time for the kettle to sing.


"We are in fact no longer in Faerun, on Toril, or even on the Material Plane." He poured two cups of tea, and motioned her to a stool to sit on while they steeped. 'We shall begin your education again, until you can pull yourself back.'
 
Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Hallway


Who I'm With: Child (@TommyGun15 ) Quill (@gojikins ) and Imalia (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Being offended


Lillith smiled again as the hostile man left to go fight a beast of some sort. She was glad of that. He annoyed her. She nodded when Imalia explained to her about why Universes expel people. "In that case the Universe probably banished me." She obviously felt no shame for what she had done to her own world, but she also realized that most people would consider that a problem.


"What exactly do you know of my kind? I do not know any more of my kind who are still living...besides Nathan who I do hope still lives." She told her with a bright smile.


As the man that Imalia referred to as Quill spoke, informing her that she needed a bath, her eyes which had recently stopped glowing then began to glow once again as she glared at him. "Of course I need a bath, I've been in a cocoon for 30 years!" She snapped before sniffling, her eyes returning to their normal state. "I need a bath. I need a new dress. I need a new Chevalier to get me those things." Her mood seemed to jump around a lot. At this point she was looking down at the floor.
 
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Location: Father's Chambers/Hallway


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)/James (@TommyGun15), Quill (@gojikins), and Lillith (@Lunaria Silver)


What I am doing: Becoming uncomfortable/Mothering


"Oh," was all she said at his explanation of Keeper.


As his assurance that she would not be sent to war, nor taken by the Order, she relaxed a bit. However, at he floated up to her and his words continued she became distressed. While she held onto him and let him lower her to the ground, she was beginning to panic, her breathing quickening. At his last statement she began to tremble, then shook her head vigorously.


"N-No! I... No! Father! Wh-What do you mean we are no longer in Thay? All of those places are in Thay! What do you mean we are no longer in Faerun or the Material Plane?!" Why'nn didn't sit. Instead, she gripped the sides of her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and shook her head. "Gods! No! What is happening? Where are we?! Why do I remember all of these outlanders? I have never met an outlander before that was not a slave! This is all going to disappear... I shall be in that cell and the abomination shall be peering down at me. This is a dream, an illusion. This is a dream." Part of her wanted that fate now, but enough of her didn't that she kept from trying to leave the room.


Why'nn whimpered and hugged herself, beginning to pace. "I remember a Mother who is red... a lich, I remember Mistress, an outlander named Connor, another named James, and some others... I remember a metal construct..." As she hugged herself she came to realize that her left arm didn't feel right. She felt it, realized it felt solid, and ripped her glove off. The girl screamed and began to attempt to pull the arm off.


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"Now, now, both of you! Quill, I'll get you another sandwich when I finish with this situation. Lillith, let's go to my room together. You can bathe and we'll get you a new dress, okay? When the headmistress is available I'll take you to her and we'll work this all out." Imalia stepped toward Lillith, into the light, accidentally revealing that her feet had, more or less, disappeared. She only paused momentarily before continuing toward the young (or very old, she wasn't sure) girl. "Let's get you cleaned up."
 
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Location: Hallway


Who I'm with: Mistress (@folclor ), The Librarian (@gojikins ), Lilith (@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing: Asking a question


During the conversation up to this point, James had stayed relatively quiet, remaining by Imalia's side and observing the situation. He was a bit surprised to see the librarian present, as he'd never really talked to the man before, or even seen him outside of the library. He'd have to remember to talk to him at lunch, if he stuck around. But right now, James had a question to ask, before Imalia left with the strange girl.


"Um, excuse me, but can I ask what a Chevalier is? It's just... you keep saying that word in association with someone called Nathan. Was he your last Chevalier?"

 

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Location: School Caff Doorway


Who I'm with: Imalia and Lillith


What I'm doing: Lamenting the loss of a prime moment in sandwich eating history


Quill continued to stare at the ill tempered young woman with all the neutrality of a disappointed grandmother before letting out a low rumbling sigh and tossing his sandwich into the rubbish bin "No Miss Imalia... a treat is only so if it is rare. Were I to obtain a replacement it would be an unsatisfying representation of a moment that was." His German accent twisted about his tongue a bit thicker as a sign of his frustration in using a secondary language to express annoyance. "Wash the child soundly and dress her as is customary of a royal in exile... rags and a hood should suffice." The librarian chuckled darkly at the thought before turning back in towards the Caff. "I will deal with who I can until the shades and nurses arrive to ply magic and lack of bedside manner." With that the Caff closed once more and the thin man was out of sight.


Quill hummed pleasantly to himself while he tended to the students, applying iodine and bandages for some and sutures and pain killers for others. He knew all his work would be undone and more or less made redundant once the shades arrived, but how often would he get the chance to really apply his medic training? The humming swayed back and forth between sweet and haunting depending on the severity of the wound. "I am betting she becomes a favorite of the mistress... seems the type."
 
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Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Hallway


Who I'm With: Quill (@gojikins ) Child (@TommyGun15 ) and Imalia (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Cheering Up


Lillith brightened immediately at the prospect of a bath and a new dress. "I love new dresses!" She exclaimed with excitement. Normally, Nathan would have all of her old ones ready and a few new ones for her to choose from by now. She was spoiled, she admitted it.


When the child asked her a question, she turned to him. "He wants to know who you are Nathan, isn't that funny?" She asked with a laugh. "A Chevalier serves their Queen. A chevalier protects their Queen from harm. The happiness of their Queen is their happiness. Nathan is my Chevalier. He is merely absent." After fearing he had died somehow, she realized she would know if he had died. She would have felt it the same way she did when she killed her first Chevalier.


Lillith scowled after Quill, quite angry with the man who dared insult her. "A Queen in exile. I am not in exile. My Universe was not my kingdom. I wasn't even supposed to be on that silly, water covered planet. Besides, I am not a child." She grumbled.
 
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Location: Hallway/My quarters


Who I'm with: Lillith (@Lunaria Silver) and James (@TommyGun15)/Just Lillith


What I'm doing: Taking her for a bath


"Come on, now, dear. Let's get to that bath."


Honestly, Imalia didn't enjoy playing mother, but it was such a part of her nature that she didn't bother trying to fight it. Her feet were no longer there, but she moved as if they were. Leading Lillith, she moved up to the third floor and entered her quarters. With a wave of her hand, she caused the faucet to begin running, drawing a warm bath. The enchantress gestured to the bathroom door.


"Go ahead, enjoy yourself. After you get out we'll see about getting you a new dress."
 
Shard


Location: Grounds


With: Nishira, Ivela, ...Ahh shit it's Geralt; @folclor @Lunaria Silver @TommyGun15


Action: Checking self for hallucinations, breathing a sigh of relief.


Shard watched the creature slash Nishira and winced as she DE-materialized into amorphous energy, only to reform as quickly as possible. Made sense, this was her plane after all. Hearing someone approach Shard glanced over his shoulder before spotting a familiar mop of white hair and rugged stubble. Briefly, Shard rubbed his head to check for any bumps that would signal a concussion, only to shake his head and watch as the Chaos Beast in question was bombarded by Nishira's spells, ripping off one of it's arms and it wheeled upon sensing fresh prey. Snarling as a torrent of black tar-like liquid surged forth from where it's arm had been. Intent on charging down on the Witcher with it's bulk and ferocity alone.
 
Location: My chambers


Who I am with: My Daughter (@folclor )


What I am doing: Reassuring


He could feel her tension rising, he remained calm, knowing this could happen. He slid the cup to her.


Upon seeing her react to her arm and feeling rising frenzy and panic he quickly moved to her side and wrapped her into a tight bear hug, to tap her arms at her side. "Calm yourself! Be still! You are alright, focus on my voice." He was speaking in Thayan using a calm even tone, just as he did when was instructing meditation class. "Listen to my voice and feel your breathing slow." Delrick did not use any magic or power of the binding, to help her build her mental defenses he could not use his power. She would have to use her own. "You are safe in my arms, you are safe in my room, you can my heart beating slowly." Being pressed tight to his chest she would feel his heart beat and the smooth even expansion and contraction of his ribs as he drew breath.


He would answer her questions and address her concerns when she calmer. If she were hearing him and listening, she would begin to enter her meditative state fully conscious of everything around her, but would start to calm and steady herself.
 
Location: Father's chambers


Who I am with: Fathher (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)


What I am doing: Calming


At first she fought the hug, but he began speaking to her and she heard her own language pour from his lips again. Slowly, she stopped fighting him and listened. It was difficult, but she did manage to slow her breathing. Her eyes closed, her muscles tensed, then relaxed. Safe in Father's arms, in his room... The heartbeat became the rhythm hers matched. It took several minutes, but she was able to enter meditation. She didn't fight him anymore, was content to take his word for being safe in the room, and did not look above her.


"I am sorry, Father," she murmured. "I did not mean to strike out so." The metal arm still felt alien to her, but she didn't attempt to pull it off.
 



Location: The Hallways


Who I'm with: Ivela (@Lunaria Silver ), Nishira (@folclor ), Shard, The Chaos Beast (@Mad Prince of Sanity )


What I'm doing: Fighting


Geralt's body was still surrounded by the golden aura of Quen, from when he'd cast it earlier. Thus Geralt didn't move as the Chaos Beast bore down on him. Instead he held his sword at the ready, waiting for the beast.


When the Chaos Beast neared him, Geralt spun and ducked, bringing his sword up in an arc of silver, coated in a poison meant to weaken beasts of this nature. The Beast's free arm swung out and struck Geralt, and the effect of Quen shattered as it deflected the Beast's blow, leaving Geralt unharmed, but at the same time now unprotected. Still, his swing did not falter, and his silver sword was still arcing towards the Chaos Beasts's neck.
 
Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Imalia's Quarters


Who I'm With: Imalia (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Taking a bath


Lillith was pouting the entire way to Imalia's Quarters, still upset with Quill's comments. She was too absorbed in her own wounded pride to notice Imalia's lack of feet.


When Imalia gestured to her bathroom, Lillith walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. "Thank you." She called out to the woman. Truth be told she didn't sound all that sincere. After taking off the ragged dress, Lillith slipped into the still filling bath. After a moment, she turned off the water, closing her eyes in relaxation.


Of course, she swiftly grew bored of this and actually started to bathe. Washing her hair and what-not. It didn't take her much time before she was ready to get out of the bath.


Lillith stood up, draining the water from the bath and wrapping herself up in a towel. She refused to put the damaged dress back on.


"Imalia, do you mind if I come out in a towel?" She asked, though it was clear that she was going to do it anyway, if the fact that she opened the door said anything.
 
Location: My chambers


Who I am with: My Daughter (@folclor )


What I am doing: Reassuring and teaching


Delrick held her snug in a strong hug, even as he felt her relax and her breathing slow. Once he was certain she had entered a state of light meditation did he lower her feet to the floor and guide her over to the stool, helping her to sit upon it. "There's no need to apologize little bird." He spoke softly and evenly, not changing his tone as he moved around to the other side and retrieved his cup of tea. "It is understandable." The monk looked to her kindly. "Be still, breath, and hold your tea; breath in the vapors and aromas." He held his in both hands, just below his nose and took a deep breath. "Let those smells enter you, the warmth of the steam flow through you and spread to your arms and legs." Taking another breath, placing the cup to his lips. "Now take a sip of the hot tea, holding the comforting liquid in your mouth. Letting the flavours and sensations roll over your tongue. Enjoy it's taste before it becomes apart of you." Leaning on the island, both hands still cupping the tea, he looked to her as she drank her tea in meditation. There was nothing exceptional about the tea itself, though in her meditative state it would have a very calmly and emotionally bolstering effect that all hot teas and coffees did, but heightened due to the meditation.


After a few moments of silent tea meditation he spoke quietly. "Now, little bird, how do you feel?" He could feel what she was feeling through the binding, but he wanted her to express it verbally as much for him as for herself.
 
Location: My quarters/Father's chambers


Who I'm with: Lillith (@Lunaria Silver)/Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)


What I'm doing: Conjuring/Listening and talking


"Of course, dear," Imalia called back. When Lillith entered the main area of Imalia's living quarters she would find herself looking at a few different options for dresses. None of them were incredibly opulent, but all were, on some level, beautiful. Each of the four dresses held a different color or combination of colors and all of them were fairly modest.


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Why'nn did as she was told, holding the tea below her nose, inhaling the aroma. It was something she smelled before, mostly in context of time with Father, but she'd never taken the time to appreciate it like this before. As instructed, she took a drink, savoring the taste before it warmed her throat on the way down.


He asked a question and it took her a moment to reply, unsure of whether these were her exact feelings. However, hesitation gave way to an understanding of her current state of being and she took a deep breath before answering. "Though I am calm, Father, I am confused and scared. Though I remember this place and things about it, I cannot reconcile it with the world I came from. Part of me seems to know that I must yet battle today, but the larger part of my being balks at the idea of being around so many outlanders. Perhaps I did it before, but I cannot remember how."
 
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Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Imalia's Quarters


Who I'm With: Imalia (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Picking out a dress


Lillith walked out of the bathroom and into the main section of Imalia's living quarters where she found the four dresses. Lillith pursed her lips as she stared at them. She normally wouldn't even look at dresses so...plain. They just didn't have enough details for her. Very rarely had she been convinced to wear a plain dress. 'But your majesty, imagine how ashamed those peasants will feel when they see you shining in the clothes that they make look so dreadful.' Despite the fact that Nathan wasn't beside her, she knew exactly what he would say in this situation. Before she imagined his voice, she had been about ready to pitch a fit.


After staring at the dresses for a moment, she easily ruled out two of them. Neither purple nor red were colors she was particularly fond of. Especially not the latter. The other two were a bit trickier to choose between, though. One of them was gold and white, while the other was two different shades of blue.


Eventually, she decided on the light blue one. It had short, slightly puffed up, sleeves and almost reached the floor. At the waist there was a sash sewn on that was a slightly darker shade of blue than the rest of the dress. After she made her choice, she dropped the towel on the floor, not caring about silly things such as modesty, and easily slipped the dress on.


"This dress is the most bearable of the choices." Lillith informed her gracious hostess. "It's not as elaborate a dress as I would usually wear, but it is quite comfortable." That was most likely the closest thing to 'Thank you' that Imalia was going to get from Lillith that was actually sincere.


"So. What now?" She asked. Lillith was actually curious about this place now. Plus she had already become bored.
 
Location: My quarters/Grounds, then Scarlet's room


Who I'm with: Lillith (@Lunaria Silver)/Geralt (@TommyGun15), Ivela, Shard, and the Chaos Beast (@Mad Prince of Sanity), then Scarlet (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Tired of mothering/Leaving, then talking


Imalia sighed and shook her head. "For now I'd recommend going and waiting for the headmistress. She will know whether she brought you or not and will know what to do with you. I have to go continue cleaning up your mess." The door opened and Imalia ushered Lillith out of it. "The stairs to the fourth floor are at the end of the hallway. Wait at the doors and the headmistress will, eventually, see you." The enchantress turned, making her way back toward the cafeteria.


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"Hmm... Seems like you have this sewn up. Good to see you back, Geralt. Now I'm going to go see my pet. I trust you'll fix this problem."


Nishira turned and teleported herself into Scarlet's room. She smiled at her pet, warmth in her expression. This was what she needed. "Hello, Scarlet, dear. How did your little assignment go? I see no bird or apprentice... Were you so successful that you sent them away already?"
 
Location- My room


Who I'm with- Nishira


What I'm doing- sighing


Scarlet was laying down on her couch. She sighed and opened her eyes. "No I didn't do it." She said blankly. "Imalia came and took James and Why'nn is with Delrick." She sat up. "You give me missions yet half this school is dead set on screwing it up, not to metion that boy opened up some memories that you locked up. I'm very confused right now!" She felt her emotions slip as she vented to Nishira.
 
Location: Scarlet's Room


Who I'm with: Scarlet (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Fixing


Oh, great. Nishira drew Scarlet into a hug and began to stroke her hair. "Shh, shh, my pet. I'll make it all better. Just relax and listen to me." The headmistress smiled, gently rocking the woman. "Just relax. Be still, my pet. Listen to your mistress. Be a good girl, my good girl." She kissed Scarlet's forehead. Her hands worked up and down Scarlet's back, beginning to use Scarlet's triggers to put the teacher under.
 
Location- Scarlets room


Who I'm withMistress (@folclor


What I'm doing......


Scarlet relaxed seconds into Nishira rocking her and cuddling up with her. Nishira's felt like home to Scarlet. She let out a relaxed sigh and felt her arms flop to her sides. "My mistress." She mumbled and smiled sleeply. "Did I do good today?" She asked. "I tried so hard. So many people got in my way." She yawned. "I kept trying even when my head hurt."
 
Location: Scarlet's Room


Who I'm with: Scarlet (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Repairing


"No, pet. You did terribly. You couldn't control two first years. But don't worry, we'll get that sorted." Nishira chuckled. "Don't worry, my pet. Let's take all those nasty memories and lock them away. Take them, put them away, lock them away where no one will find them. Not even Imalia. In fact, you will never seek help from Imalia again. Do you understand me, pet?"
 
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Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Fourth floor hallway


Who I'm With: Alone


What I'm Doing: Talking to self


Lillith blinked as Imalia essentially kicked her out of her quarters, seemingly quite annoyed. "Well that was rude." She said simply. Oh well. She would see this school burned if it didn't start getting entertaining soon. She actually relished the thought of going on a blood frenzy.


Lillith followed Imalia's directions anyway, hoping the headmistress would be more fun. "I take it back, Nathan. I'm still very mad at you for leaving me here." She grumbled as she made it to a door.


She leaned against the wall, glaring up at the ceiling. "Even if I was banished you should've come with me. Now I have to replace you. Do you know how hard it is to find good help these days?" Lillith complained. "On top of that, I'm bored! And I get yelled at for eating. As if these children shouldn't be honored their filthy blood was able to provide me with sustenance!"


She sighed, and stopped glaring. "I would really like to torture somebody right now. I miss the screams. Find me somebody, will you? I'm so bored." She stopped talking and blinked. "Oh. Right. You still aren't here. So who am I talking to?"
 
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