Lilith didnât have much need for prayer, at least not any longer. After her experiences with various deities burning her sheâd learned to live with her own beliefs, doing what had been right to her if still having to appease her god, the fallen angel who wasnât as powerful as heâd have his followers believe. But knowledge did little against himâ at least until sheâd dethroned him and oh what a feeling that had been.
But it had been short-lived. As always things didnât go in her favour, her power stolen just as quickly as sheâd earned it, the child that had supposedly been helping her taking what sheâd earned, claiming the throne as her own. Yes, perhaps it had been her birthright but Sabrina had never claimed to want it before. And nowâ Lucifer had her, his daughter on the throne and Lilith was pushed even further aside.
Well, that was what they thought.
There were places that Lilith had crafted in sanctuary for herself, initially finding and warding spaces in Hell. Thereâd been one in the mortal realm but she no longer trusted it, not now that Lucifer had walked through her life.
So sheâd settled into one of those spaces, magically sealing the space, turning to the books hidden within it. The tomes were older, some parts only partially understood, the languages kept within them far older than even her. But that was where it came from, an unspoken wish, almost a plea for guidance, understanding of what she was readingâ something to aide her situation. It wasnât a prayer specifically but her intent was clear, her thoughts desperate for guidance as she read.
Hecateâs following had dwindled since the rising of the young Godling, but she supposed KILLING off her followers didnât count as them dwindling. Under threat of death, she couldnât blame them for hiding or converting. She wouldnât turn her back on her children. She couldnât see the point in faulting them for saving their own skins. The pantheons had been fighting for millennia to regain their footholds. She was the second, not part of the Pagan Pantheon, as she was considered across many of them as The Mother of Magick.
âThese young deities are as they say.. too big for their breeches.â
She always had a flair for the dramatics however. As powerful in every realm, her ability to go places was always unimpeded. But her fingers touched the statue, a tri-goddess with torches and swords in hands, two dogs followed them. It was bound to her as a gateway, all of her shrine pieces were.
