where. lupercalia who. @prometheanpiero

If it were not for Remus parading around as if he were every species under the sun, Lilith may have decided against the little event. For something told her it would hardly be as exciting as the previous year. When that mangy one ripped out a heart and ate it in front of all the faces of horror. But Lilith supposed, that if an event were to be held, she would intend to treat it like Coachella. For if she did not, how else would these poor individuals know how to dress for the occasion? Prometheus seemed to be one of them, for what in Hells was he wearing? "You should call me before the next event," she mused, after she had sauntered closer, fingers plucking at the shirt he had donned for the day.

where. lupercalia who. @crcssrcads

There had never been a sweeter sound than the one of a creature that knew they were doomed for eternity. Of a creature that knew the last bit of hope that they had been clinging to had been stripped from their hands. Pluto would be doomed, his last bit of hope plucked from him when his own turned against him. When the information of what would hinder an original vampire had been passed to them; Lilith wondered who ever would do such a thing? The wonderment only lasted so long, before it morphed into what she could possibly present to him next. "Do you have any requests?" The question was posed to the witch before her now, wicked smirk plastered against her lips. "To our lovely friend, that is."

Namaah's child, that is who Ismael was. And if it were not for the connection that Lilith had with the demon herself, then perhaps this encounter would have already gone much differently. As it were, the little cambion held a certain spot within her ability to care. Lucky him. A brow lifted at his tone, yet she held her own tongue. For now. It had been clear from a mile away that Ismael hadn't quite dealt with what had happened in this future that no longer was. Imprisonment, torture, there would be no telling what all the cambion had dealt with. But Lilith had no time to console him, especially not if he wished to keep those memories. "Pouring yourself into work? How truly boring. Don't you want to have some fun instead?" Perhaps there would not be a way to get back at all those that had wronged him, but maybe they could find the first stepping stone that would eventually lead them.

Ismael frowned deeply at that as Lilith cut through his obvious deflection via jokes. She'd made herself a presence in Ismael's life, infrequent but a true constant as the First Demon found herself fond of Namaah's child; the only one the succubus attempted to truly raise out of her entire lot. The cambion had been coined the Innocent and even through the torture of the End he lived up to such moniker by breezing by the fact that Lilith, with all her strings upon the universe, had not attempted to salvage him from the very fate. "I don't know," harsher than intended, Ismael was tired of the sad looks he often got by those who knew, but it felt even worse to be scrutinized by Lilith now. "I can't sleep," if he lied Ismael was well aware she could weave into his mind and find her indelible truths, "I've just been pouring myself into my work; ignorance is bliss, right?"

"And here I intended to adopt the sweet dears for myself," further teasing, as she sat across from one of her princes. There was no reason for her to be there, other than Abaddon themself. If she intended to pour favor into each one of them, she would do so by treating them to what they themselves favored. This establishment would be something of an appetizer for him. "Indeed they are," she mused, eyes alight with the mischief that could always be at play. "They've also set themselves up pretty in that forest. A melting pot, if you will. Once past the gates, it would be a new type of buffet," how unfortunate for the lycans, yet how fortunate for her. Lycaon had always been a thorn in her side, perhaps it was time for a bit of payback.

"You'd have to send Cerberus back before you ever sent me, he rather liked it there," though Abaddon and his three-headed companion much rather enjoyed feasting on the Gods who were too slow to flee Elysia properly. Abaddon wasted no time as they sat, the Archfiend practically inhaling the plate as Lilith proposed some options for them, "Aren't those mutts having their little competition soon?" Lycans were fine, in theory, plenty of meat on their bones, obviously, but not much when it came to a flavorful palette. Abaddon wasn't too picky however, a meal was a meal when it came down to it and Lupercalia would have meals aplenty.

If Remus ever believed there to be a day when the jacket was not brought up, he had another thing coming. For Lilith intended to never let the moment fade from their minds. It was the least she could do to remind him that she cared. Her thumb caressed their cheek for a moment, before she drew her hand back, "I am so glad you said that, because I have just the thing for our little sullen boy." Then again, there was no short list when it came to what Lilith needed. Especially now, given her latest title. Both with the Asphodel, and the very soul that now nestled in with her own.

"I'd love nothing more than to blame his issues on a jacket," many would see the abomination as irreversibly jaded but there were foils to their anger, their wrath; minute things to differentiate that showed their worry. Lilith would understand these subtle nuances and the Priestess of the Abyss effortlessly volleyed her own nonchalant concern in return -until she touched her hand upon them, care abundant. "I'm no longer sure myself," so many pieces of the puzzle, fifteen years in which Remus refused to talk deeply about; it hurt to know they had been destroyed in such timeline, incapable of helping. "But, whatever you need, that'd be a start," Remus always loved to be in the middle of all the meddling, so whatever Lilith was up to the abomination was certain Remus would rather focus completely on that.

The laugh had been immediate, as wicked as she had always been. It slipped through the grin upon her lips, the mouth of the snake that had always slithered within the garden. Did Michael wish to see her beg? Scream for mercy? Lilith had never before, and she would not start doing so now. The death that had greeted her once before had been welcomed with open arms. But death would not be her friend then. And certainly not by the hand of Ulthar's most obedient fool. "You should know by now that I do not make threats," words spoken calmly, as if she were not in the predicament that she had been placed into. "I make promises, Michael. And I offered you a chance out of one I made long ago. You should reconsider it... for the sake of your oracle and little nephilim, that is." For Lilith did nothing without reassurances.

"I wasn't afraid of them thousands of years ago, I'm not afraid of them now." Lilith had forgiven those who'd once cast her aside easily; the former seraphim she saddled herself up to now had all watched as she'd run screaming from the garden. Not that it mattered now, the force bore down between them as the blood she drew hit the ground beneath her finger immediately, more pressure and the rest of the self-proclaimed first demon was flattened against the ground. "You're not in any position to make threats, but you've suffered, and for my part in that, we're past any point in attempting amends. Even still, you've ensured you do not deserve them even if we weren't. But I'll ask you this instead: do you have any last words?"

Perhaps once upon a time, Lilith had feared Michael. The seraphim that responded so easily to the whims of his Father. That had killed without qualm because his Father had ordered such a thing. Fear no longer took root within her heart, no longer seized her limbs when the seraphim drew near. "So I've been told before," words slipped from her tongue as her gaze shifted to the created weapons. Her hand lifted to draw a finger against the nearest one, blade sharpened as it sliced a thin wound. He afforded himself too much credit if he believed he could kill her so easily. "We've decided to be generous," a seemingly mild statement, though the wickedness in her smirk did not falter, "and offer you a chance to stay out of our way." Her gaze shifted once more to him, to the face that had been her ultimate downfall. Michael should have chosen better.

Force bore down on the aspect as Michael looked towards the demon that had revealed herself. When last they spoke, he'd abstained from striking her down in public for fear of causing a scene; Lilith had proven that it was better to kill her when the opportunity was presented than to continue to let her live. Brought low, Michael looked down at the aspect as one after another blades glinted into creation around her; conjured from nothing as they pointed inward towards her.

"This was reckless," the ground beneath them splintered by manipulated gravity as Michael fixed his gaze upon Adam's first wife, the Priestess of the Abyss. What might have been avoided had he just dealt with her a year prior? "I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say you had a reason for this meeting."

The laugh was as smooth as the darkness that had surrounded her heart, as she watched the little mutt rut against the poor table. Lilith had bargained with the fleabags once, given them precisely what they needed in order to make a difference. And what had they done? Spoiled such a treat by getting themselves blown up. Hardly a necessary piece upon the board, Lilith would rather see them run back to that little forest of theirs. Where they could stay. The amusement was held for a moment longer, before she finally turned away from the creature, and into Lucifer. Her hand reached up, fixed a few of the curls at the side of his head, before it moved to rest against the back of his neck. "Are your siblings prepared for what is to come? Or do they plan to get swayed by this realm?"

Demons were hedonistic creatures and Lilith was the mother of all of them. It seemed fitting that she would find herself in the middle of any chaos that ensued. Lucifer could say the same for himself. He had indeed been the one to start a rebellion that would shape the course of history. Mentally, he was patting himself on the back. The Archfiend always wondered where they would be if they had actually won that war. It was no matter to them now though. Lucifer and Lilith would win this one with the blood, sweat and tears of all others involved. For now though, they could have some fun. He lifted his head slightly up off of her shoulder to look at the lycan she had decided would be their next victim. While the vampire tried to come to his senses, Lucifer focused his attention on the dog. There were many sins to pull out of this one, but it felt like violence would be all too easy. So, instead, he did what any person would have done. He amped up that feeling of lust within the lycan enough for them to start humping some table leg. "Well, I guess that's to be expected with dogs."

Lilith had not expected the princes of the Inferno to kiss the very ground that she had walked on. Even if she had released them from their confines, and allowed them once more to enter the mortal realm. Perhaps a simple thank you would have sufficed. Then again, perhaps they should have kissed the ground. It would not, however, change her opinion of them. Or the soft spot that she had developed for each of them. Once seraphim, Lilith had not lumped them in with those that had sought her out. That had driven a seraph blade through her heart within the realm of her own freedom. "Shall I send you back to the inferno then?" A lilt of teasing to her tone, she eyed the archfiend's already growing plate. This would simply be an appetizer for the other. "Don't worry, my darling. I have plenty of treats in store for you. Have you ever had a taste for lycan?"

"Of course I'm hungry, it's almost lunch time," sneered in offense, Abaddon often sustained himself with three full meals and obviously several snacks throughout the day. It took a lot of flesh and bones to look this good, but personally he still felt a little gaunt; shame. Abaddon softened, he cared little for titles, but she was high priestess of the Abyss and a massive piece as to why he and the others were released from the confines of the Inferno. Rome was known for abhorrent class and tourism, but thankfully Lilith had navigated them to one of the few buffets within the city, Abaddon piling his plate high with the mortal food that was merely a taunt for his infernal stomach. "The Otherworld was rife with food for the taking and yet you brought me here." It was a subtle dig though the archfiend could lurk within the Otherworld whenever he pleased, so, he'd get over it soon enough.

In appearance, Octavian was a formidable force. A creature that dared any and all to take their chance. With a mind that spanned timelines, there was much that the archdruid could offer. Even more that he would be capable of. Lilith had no intention of turning him further against her, of fracturing whichever bond that they could form now that they stood on the same side. Yet, Lilith had never particularly been a creature to cave to the demands of others. Especially men. "Ask? You did not ask, Octavian. If I recall, you demanded," a gentle sneer, as her gaze narrowed ever so slightly upon him. There was much that Octavian would be capable of, but she had already proven that she was capable of bringing him to his knees. "Make your ask, see how generous I can be."

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Octavian bristles at her approach, the blue fire blazing in his eyes burning brighter. He knew that smile well, it was the very same he caught a glimpse of before his eyelids were forced shut. Sleep... One word and he was at Lilith's mercy and a part of him would never forgive her. But even then, they had both been working in service of The Last's design, even if they hadn't been aware. Loath as he would be to admit it, Octavian needed her. Once on different sides, now they exist on the same with aligned objectives. He should've been able to find common ground with her but guarded he remained. "I take no stock in empty promises, only results. And so far all you've demonstrated for me is your inability to deliver what I ask," he interjects sternly, not letting his heat subside by a single degree. "Do not rest any of your hopes on me. I will fulfill my role and support yours, but will maintain no expectations about what you'll be able to offer."

"Aren't you already at the mercy of them?" For how many of them had the power to change their destiny, to take their own thread within their hands and make it what they wanted? The battle of the end had come, and had he not fallen victim to the Old Gods? Her lips pressed together at the thought, at the knowledge that he had become a pawn in the war that had been necessary. The child of a demon that meant a great deal to her, and Lilith had not made the move to retrieve him from his prison, so to speak. "Am I not always kind?" There was a look of offense that splashed across her features, before she moved to lift herself up onto the counter, "And how are these memories treating you?"

The animals within the clinic picked up upon Lilith before the aspect had made herself visibly known. The pen situated in Ismael's hand was placed carefully over the paperwork he'd been filling out, quirking a brow as though the offer was ridiculous to even consider. It'd be nice, selfish even, for his memories to be plucked out by their very root; but what worth would it be if it doomed him to commit the very same mistakes? "Wouldn't I just be at the mercy of the Fates then?" A bitter grin resounded at that, if he couldn't learn from the horrors endured then it'd all be for naught no matter how she tinkered with his mind. "Though, that's kind of you," duplicitous, surely; Namaah had had plenty of stories to tell about the first demon, first person accounts of Lilith's manipulative ways, but Ismael never judged a book by their clear and prevalent rumors; no wonder he'd been coined the Innocent.

Remus absolutely shouldn't have asked. But Lilith was so glad that he had. For though she was the chosen priestess of Persephone, the fact that she could not harm those that followed her would prove to be less than appealing. Which is where Remus came in. "I would never ask for you to do such a thing," for what all would Persephone know? Her soul was embedded within Lilith, capable of so much that had yet to be revealed. "I simply want to ensure the safety of a particular goddess, and those that may no longer see her as such." Her thoughts strayed to those that had already betrayed the goddess, that had made a move against Lilith herself. While she could not raise a hand towards them, the same could not be said for Remus. "However that happens, I'm sure you'll make sure they understand."

He should've never asked. Knowing Lilith, anything was possible when it came to asking her that kind of question. What do you want in return? That had to be the dumbest thing he could've ever said out loud even though he was sure Renfield probably thought otherwise. Still, he let out a sigh as she leaned closer, arms dropping from their folded position on her chest. "Well, what exactly are you asking me to do here, babe? You sound like you want me to beat the shit out of someone." Which he didn't really mind, but it certainly felt like it needed to be warranted. Then again, he guessed disloyalty did indeed breed an ass beating.

where. dealer's choice, hehe who. @seraphimichael

The difference in time would never matter to Lilith. Thousands of years had passed, and she had bided her time all the same. She had plotted, and waited, as she'd prepared for the precise moment that gave her the opportunity to strike. Dreams had been slipped into, carefully planted seeds that had needed to be nurtured. To be brought to fruition, so that when the moment did present itself, those that presented a problem would not find themselves in her way. Michael had been no different. His dreams had easily been navigated, information sourced before she'd planted her own seedling. And oh, how he had been the little mouse that found itself within striking distance of her jaws.

"Who was that darling little creature?" A question posed as invisibility shed from her like a second skin. Though, the look upon her face spoke that whatever he may say was already known by the aspect. "Ah, Vivianne, was it? Word is that she's become something so much more tantalizing."

Lilith did not like others knowing who she was, while she knew nothing of them. This creature was something more than just the mortal woman she appeared as. There was that feeling, which itched at the back of her mind, that told her she knew who this woman was. Or rather, she should have. But the name did not present itself, nor did any other detail that may steer Lilith into the right direction. And it infuriated her. "And you are?"

who? @xliilith where? the colosseum

"You are the first human woman made more, aren't you?" There is a hum of acknowledgment as she looks at Lilith, head tilted in curiosity as she faces the first demon. An entirely new species, created from the one she was made as a blueprint of. Back in Eden, she had been ever so curious about Lilith, once she had been created, but as free as she had been to travel through the gardens, part of her knew that touching the gods favored fruits would be a mistake, so she kept her peace and stayed away watching in curiosity as the first woman used the will her father had given her and left the shackles shaped as the first man.

where. at a buffet, most likely hehe who. @abaddoomed

The gates of the Inferno had been decimated, ripped down to allow those infernal creatures the chance to walk upon the mortal realm once more. And with those creatures came the archfiends, the fallen seraphim that had revolted against Ulthar. Who still wished to drag the old man to his knees, and make him answer to all that he had done. Among them happened to be one of her favorites, though she may have said that to each of them. There was, however, a special place within her heart for Abaddon, and his infinite hunger that preceded him. "My darling, have you had your fill yet?" There was an edge to her voice, for a caution would be set in place for him. That his time of feeding upon the demons that had been unfortunate enough to find themselves in his circle had passed. "Or shall we find you another treat?"

where. lil clinic who. @ismaelabdel

The clinic reeked of various animals, some even with supernatural qualities. Lilith had heard the good doctor spent some of his time with the lycans, tending to their wounds and the like. How very noble of him. Though, she cared little to what happened to the mutts now; she had done her part, given them a chance. How easily they had crumbled. "I will only extend this offer once," she stated as she moved within the clinic, heels audible against the floors. "I can take away your memories, give you a chance at something... different."