Let's go already! where ☸ A new playmate? who ☸ Life is sweet: situation
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⇢ тhrough the (s u n), piercing with these devil eyes. One kiss from my lips will leave you (m e s m e r i z e d). ♕
♕ give you what you lack, turn your world (b l a c k). Sit back and relax. Sugar (r u s h), sugar rush. ⇠
There was a lamp on the bedside table, which wasn't very fascinating. The lamp itself was only slightly hideous with only a single intention of lighting up too small of a space to really do anything with, unless you leaned forward awkwardly and propped a book against it. This lamp, however, became the first one in the known universe to develop a consciousness at a random time for seemingly no reason. It had a single thought, which was, "Let there be light." Then it was shattered into a thousand pieces when it was struck by a palm that had just committed the first ever 'Lamp Murder' in the history of everything.
Lilith groaned moodily as the pieces of the lamp tumbled from the table with clinks. It had turned on for some reason, which had flipped a switch inside of her that demanded a lot more sleep. Letting out a huff, The Demoness rolled in the sheets and then huffed as she leaned forward with narrowed eyes. How long had she slept? Why had she slept? In fact, why was she in a bed right now? With a slight bit of hesitation, she glanced over sullenly and sighed with relief at the unoccupied space in the bed. Good, at least she didn't have to clean up any blood or bits of bone from her teeth. It was always awkward when someone walked in on the results of her 'afterplay' which was a lot less willing then foreplay.
Surveying her surroundings with a grogginess that had decided to persistently cling on, Lilith slid out of bed and took a moment to remember the familiarity. She had been here before, it was another of Zyreal's haunts, a bit out of the way of the city itself. Good, at least the Demon was thinking ahead, especially since that Jude menace had slipped away. If she told Kessler, he would have probably stormed over to fight without a thought and Lilith wasn't sure that she wouldn't accidentally kill the Antichrist on accident. He still needed to serve his purpose, or there would have been no point in everything. Killing God wasn't something that you could just redo, it was a little more complicated then simple murder, with a lot more at stake if the damned man couldn't do it right.
Standing up, Lilith pulled the sash around her kimono with one swift movement and shrugged off the thick fabric. It was beginning to fray a bit and had overstayed its welcome as her current article of clothing. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail with a well placed hair band on the dresser, she pulled open the drawers and poked around experimentally. Satan, had she really liked to wear this stuff when she was younger? None of it would hardly fit anymore. Selecting a pair of black shorts that had an elastic waistband for her now more defined hips, she slid on her underwear and tried her best not to notice that it had sprinkle patterns on it. This wasn't a good time to be thinking of her Father, it'd only make her chest hurt even more. Finally, after managing a belt as well, Lilith walked out of her old room pulling a Rolling Stones shirt over head, sighing as it stopped only halfway down her body, revealing her the lower half of her flat stomach. Nothing fit anymore, which meant shopping, a thought that significantly brightened up her day. Perhaps there was something to look forward too, but that meant she'd have to find Zyreal first. It was his money she needed afterall, it was bad form to raid shopping outlets as a Demonic Queen.
I will be your lovely (d e a t h). I'll eat you till there's nothing left.
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