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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2023 9:26 am
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Lilith had fallen hard into a slumber so deep that should someone try to rouse her they would think someone had managed to inflict final death upon her. Violent images flashed like snapshots, rough jagged seconds of memories, blood, screams, violence... unimaginable horrors. Lilith walked a desert of bodies, limbs covered in blood, grinning with teeth like razors as she stepped through limb and torso, her nimble feet finding the blood caked ground. The earth was scarlet, soaked by vitae. From the depths black plants erupted, twisted and thorny as they exploded in roses that screamed as they opened their blooms. But from one large bloom a book sat nestled in its petals.
A simple brown book, the cover stretched leather, weather worn and the pages yellowed with age. As she reached for it the dream collapsed in on itself and she awoke with a start, sweat had broken out across her flesh and had she a heartbeat it would have done so wildly. The book. Her book. That was it. But it was lost, someone had taken it ages ago. Just before... Caine. Had he taken it? Perhaps one of his Disciples had it now. She wasted no time, getting to her feet she stepped quickly into the shadows and appeared at the edges of her son's temple. Her glowing eyes roved the impressive structure before she hurried through the front doors and inside.
"Ravnos." Her voice called, echoing through the room like the whisper of a ghost. She knew he would be here. Since he and Grendel had begun making children it seemed he spent most of his time in the temple watching over them, it was admirable. Considering the poor parenting track record of so many powerful creatures these two appeared to actually have some concern for and even investment in the lives of their offspring. But she wasn't here to congratulate them on their parenting. They didn't need her praise. The Dark Mother's footsteps were silent as she wandered from the entrance deeper into the Temple, seeking the Disciple and hoping he would be able to help her. She hadn't spoken to Ravnos, not really. The extent of their interaction had been some brief eye contact and amiable expression exchange at dinner. Her personal feelings about his relationship with her son didn't really matter and weren't relevant to what she needed now. And in all honesty, as far as she was concerned, if they were happy it didn't matter what anyone thought anyway.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2023 10:42 am
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Lilith could feel him moving through the temple before she heard him, her eyes shifting suddenly in the direction of his energy. When he appeared she allowed a kind smile though that kindness was laced with a weariness, like someone trying to keep up a polite appearance but exhausted by the effort it took to maintain. It wasn't at him personally, more rooted in the exhaustion of holding herself together. His sense of her energy being fragmented and fractured on the nose precisely. She looked away for a moment, contemplating how to ask what she wanted to ask of him. It already felt strange enough being here, asking him for anything at all. When she looked back there was a sense of determination about her. "I would like to ask a favor of you. I need information, perhaps a guide for an evening depending on the circumstance."
Though she had no personal feelings about the male she found Ravnos' presence pleasant enough, it was easy to see why her son had been drawn to the charismatic vampire. Though she suspected it was much more than his appearance which had caught Grendel's attention. From her limited time spent around him she found him to be one who was far more bold about his convictions and the one most likely to face the fires of retaliation for standing firm in those same convictions. He hadn't flinched in the face of the former god, a fact she enjoyed immensely. But that was another life. That god was buried.
The light in her eyes flickered between a soft glow and a swirl of shadowy inky darkness where the usual red sat before it vanished completely. "A book. This big. Brown and leather bound with yellowed pages. It would have no inscription on the outside but there would be a seed like this at the bottom of the spine. I believe it may have been taken by the former god and then possibly by a Disciple once he fell into Torpor. Have you seen anything like this?" Her hands gave example of the size as she spoke, her fingers swirling in the air to quickly produce one of the nine pointed seeds before she waved it away, her expression genuinely curious if not a little hopeful. Lilith had no airs to put on nor any desire for exerting self important games in the way of posturing and clever quips. She was here to ask for his help. If he didn't know she would begin hunting down every Disciple to see if they knew or had taken it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2023 12:28 pm
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The petite female's eyes searched Ravnos's face as he contemplated, hoping desperately that he knew something. She needed... she needed a break. Just one small lead to push her towards being reunited with her past, to mend these fractured memories. When that name left his lips she visibly bristled, a sound clicking up from her throat that fell between a growl and a deep exhale. Of course. She should have known. The darkness in her eyes erupted, the shadows lengthening in the temple as Liliths temper flared. Caine couldn't be faithful for more than five seconds and that whore of a Disciple had eagerly jumped at the opportunity. His arrogance knew no limit, he had even produced children with her, effectively spitting in Lilith's face.
While she felt no love for Caine the blatant disparity between his behavior and what he expected of her forever made her want to rip the throat out of anything that bore his blood, her own children the exception for the most part. His hold over her, making her lose herself completely, boiled her blood. Being used to produce children that she never had a chance to bond with fully was already a hard memory to live with, the former god sticking it to random others while expecting her to remain blindly loyal was another thing entirely. At least those mothers had a chance to bond with their children, whether they chose to or not. It was vile filth and she refused to stomach it or pretend it was fine.
The Dark Mother flexed her claws, her gaze far away. "Do you know where she keeps them? Her... books." Lilith's voice a soft echo, that strange rolling clicking noise deep in her chest, a predatory sound. Her claws extended and flexed as the shadows retreated. She'd happily dismember the former Disciple if she were still around. Such a blind loyalist Sil. So ready to worship Caine and birth bastards. That darkness spilled over onto her cheeks, adding to the stain that marred the otherwise pristine pelt. If Sil had it, if she had even touched it, that would be another nail in her coffin if she ever showed her face again. Lilith would rip her throat out and laugh as she choked on her own blood. A delightful daydream.
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