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A disturbance upon a raised stone slab appeared before Amias. The air seemed to grow heavier and hotter until a tear appeared. It took on the shape of a woman sitting upon the rock, one leg crossed over the other with one hand raised to her mouth. Two slender fingers were currently being pulled out from between her lips, slowly. Her free hand was coated in blood and it dripped down the side of her pedestal in rivulets. This was the Lilith the diabolos knew. Blonde hair cascaded down her bare back, coquettish eyes shielded by long lashes. A girlish smirk now covered in blood red liquid. "How is it that you've managed to live so long, and not get bored?" Something was strange about her voice, like there was another one of her whispering the words into Amias' ear as she was saying them out loud. A 'shirt' hung over her torso, cinched at her neck with a collar only those familiar with Lukhan would recognize. It split at the collar and spread in to two, showing much of her body. The two pieces pet at her waist where her signature leather pants and heeled boots took over. Lilith had chosen this form because it would be familiar, though it did not reflect what she had become. Lilith slid forth from the surface that the two of them had christened some time ago, in the aftermath of the destruction wrought here. The scenery held no importance to her, she only had eyes for Amias. The closer she sauntered to the half demon the darker her smirk grew. "Tell me, what have you been up to since Zacariah lost all those souls." Her voice, double layered with her usual poison and honey, seemed to express longing. That had been the tipping point for a lot of them. The vacuum left behind in his wake saw the rise of three. Now what was left behind them? Lilith felt like all of the most interesting people in the world had chosen a new place to reside. She seemed to be pouting. Lilith casually reached up and placed the same fingers that were wrapped in her mouth just moments ago and placed them on Amias'. Blood, that was the taste left over. "People come to me, you know. In amounts far greater than ever before. I had my own little queendom to reside over, and it was so grand. Now? I have the world to play around with." A giggle that was far more deadly sounding than it should have been for such a cute noise came from the she-devil. In a slow circle she walked around him, noticing the change in what he was. Diabolos. Wherever had that come from? Had the pagan finally accepted that his kind were a thing of the past? Old gods had no place left, especially with the Mazdakii on the rise. "Is this a call between old friends? Or like everyone else, are you hoping to get something from me?" She angled her head to the side and peered in to his eyes. Flashes of the death that took place here, of Amala and all of her followers would pass before his eyes. Then it would be then, in the throws of passion, surrounded by the gore their heinous deeds.

Lilith eyed Amias like a cat would a mouse as he licked at her finger. A twitch at the corner of her mouth, perhaps a smile? Even having ascended she still had carnal cravings. After all, her nature as a sin dictated much of her actions. In the blink of an eye they would be sitting in a lavishly decorated room as if they had been all along. A round table surrounded by an impossibly comfortable bench. They would be sitting next to each other, dim lighting providing just enough to see them. Upon the surface before them were drinks, whichever Amias craved the most. Lilith held a tumbler filled with a mysteriously dark beverage with the scent of whisky permeating from it. She would be leaning in to his side as if they had been courting each other inside some high end bar. "Pagan, actually. You'd be amazed at what you can find hiding in the dark recesses of hell." There would be no insight as to whether or not she was serious. Glass raised to her lips the liquid drained and drained but some how never emptied. This was the reality that Lilith preferred, so that's what their reality had become. She pointed with one finger out in to the darkness that had surrounded them since the scene change. Suddenly a light turned on, a cone bathing a stage in its rays.

It was him, battling monsters and subjugating them. Bending them all to his will through force. It would play out the stories he told for her from an objective position, where he could see himself throughout it all. Lilith would watch and listen with keen interest, laughing at the most brutal portions and seeming bored when there was no violence on display. Through him she could feel the lust for that level of brutality. The world needed someone like that, a person who could instill a fear so deep that it corrupted those around it and turned others mad. Just look at how the humans responded to such a threat! "Why would you ever give up such power? I find it hard to believe mere people were able to overthrow you. You let it go. Did you grow tired of it all?" That Lilith could understand. She had seen all that the world had to offer. From the underground black markets to the highest levels of royalty the sin had experienced it all. Death, revival, pain, pleasure; they had all gotten so stale that she gave up her literal worldly attachment. To Hell she ventured, and how she was more than any queen or king.

The tides of conversation turned on her as Amias inquired about her recent activities. Where does one even begin. She casually ran her hand down his thigh and gripped it softly as excitement coursed through her features. "Mazdakii." She spoke the word like someone tongue ******** a beautiful vixen as she moaned in delight. It would send shivers down the diabolos' spine that would roll through his body and heat him from the inside out. "You've heard of us all. Alistair Maric, old king of Nocturne. West, emperor of all the ******** land. And best of all me, the Queen of Pain. We took advantage of the chaos that the god-king left in his wake and took it all. Between the three of us there was enough to empower our abilities." The stage before them morphed and they were now watching Lilith. The raw energy exploding out of the soul well was being absorbed in to her body, alongside two other figures. It changed them, intrinsically. That was where they changed, though. Such a mass of power took time to become coherent and align itself in to something that made sense. Lilith, fueled by an incomprehensible power sought the one woman who would have answers for her.

The pair would watch how she located her very own mother. The woman had turned an entire dutchy in to her thralls and no one knew about it. Every last man, woman, and child were under her control. She lived lavishly in a beautiful castle, using the king as her personal little puppet. Unbelievably sculpted beings of nigh on perfection dotted the castle. Lilith one by one destroyed her thralls, tearing them limb from limb in a catastrophic and theatrical display. Her mother never fought back though, merely expended her minions on a whim. With an ease that no succubus alive had Lilith turned her mother's thralls in to her own. She arrived with the force flanking her, forcing them all to bend the knee and watch. The arrogant succubus sauntered over the castle's throne room floor, indignantly looking to her mother. "Lukhan created the succubi and incubi as two sides of the same coin. The males can achieve a semblance of the creator himself, as desire demons. The women turn in to sins. The process is grueling and secretive, but my mother always had plans for me. See, she wanted me to be known, to be feared and loved like no succubus before me." A dialogue between the phantom Lilith and her mother was seen, not heard. The woman who looked strikingly similar to her daughter - only older - waved her hand and produced forth a girl. She was a raven-haired beauty, of equal presence to the other two women. No one left alive today knew that girl's name aside from Lilith. No one would ever know why she had been so important. But the goddess' reaction when with a flick of the wrist her mother slayed that girl was horrific.

In a burst of her red and violet energy Lilith assumed her true form. Black wings unfurled from her back along with a devil's tail that flicked wildly through the air. Fangs akin to a vampire were shown as she shrieked in a violent rage. The energy turned in to a fiery explosion from her body as horns crowned her head. Every thrall literally melted from the heat. Even their bones charred until there was nothing but an ashen mess. Her mother merely watched from her seat, pride and joy in her face. The Lilith of this mirage reached out and made a grasping motion to her sire. Razor sharp whip launched from nowhere and coiled around the older succubus, digging so deep in to her flesh that it exposed bone. Lilith pulled her closer and tightened the whip, slower and slower as she delivered the final words her mother would hear. The woman merely laughed and said something lost to Amias before being torn to shreds. Lilith knelt beside the lifeless body of that girl who sparked her outburst and the entire scene was consumed in fire.

"The idea is to find Lust, the first Sin, and get her to reveal the secret of changing." Amias would see a certain blonde succubus straddling a red-haired woman who seemed just off the mark of being human. This was Judie, the former sin of Lust. She had been overpowered and outplayed in her own game. With Lukhan's mark, Zacariah's crown and her own endless pool of energy the sin had not stood a chance. Seeing her in the throes of passion had put quite the expression on Lilith's actual face. She was smirking, that signature look of being the head b***h in charge showing itself. "Needless to say she gave in and told me the secret. Then I murdered her." So casually spoken as if she had instead purchased a new jacket rather than removing the first sin from existence. Lilith was aware that her energy had reformed and found a new host, but she didn't care. The point she wanted to make had been proven.

Amias would be privy to a view that less than twelve individuals had been present for. The fight against Elessia. He would see the four from Axiom be sent to hell and how they were dealt with. "We each had our own way of ascending. For me? It was all that power in one place. Look at what I can do now." She gestured to how even an angel such as Elessia had fallen prey to her seduction and illusions. Combined with Raphael's lightning and Alistair's flame the goddess hadn't stood a chance. "We're working to stop the gods from ******** with our plane." Lilith didn't bother going in to detail. It would take more than Amias alone to aid them in this endeavor.