Linda preferred working with women much more than men, because they understood that unwritten rule that all women shared subconsciously, and it was comforting in a way to know that it rang true, even with the immortal women. Not that Linda condoned any of the male population’s behaviour, but it was nice to know that she wasn’t making it all up. So the fact that it literally had been that way since the dawn of time gave Linda a small feeling of comfort, somehow. Women had always been treated differently, and then men wonder why they lash out the way they do…
The grin mixed with the other woman’s words all were very true and told her quite a bit about how their relationship used to be. Lucifer was very much intoxicating, and he knew it. Sometimes it worked in his favour, and sometimes it didn’t, which was why he usually came to see her lately. “I can relate. He’s very charming, and can be very attractive when he wants to be.” Sometimes, Linda did wonder if he laid the charm on extra thick, so he didn’t have to talk about a particular topic. There were many things she wondered, like that. “I think that he thinks differently, because he’s a fallen angel, and he had decidedly made the point of trying to prove that his father isn’t always in the right, from the moment he rebelled and even now, all these years later, he’s still trying to prove that.”
Ah. There, again, was the hyper independent streak showing. Linda knew it was quick to rise, from Maze, and clearly it was the same in Lilith. She didn’t like relying on other people, because they’d let her down for millenia, and she felt like she needed to prove to the world that she didn’t need any one person to help her. Yet, here she was, making great strides in learning what she actually needed in a short amount of time.
Linda gave a small smile, and nodded. “I’m sure Mazikeen feels the same way. You’re both very strong personalities, and strong willed women, so it may take a while. But it’s really going to start with a conversation, to let her know that you’d like to rebuild your relationship with her.”
Lilith cocked her head a little, biting her lip as she studied the therapist, peering into something that she didn’t require any supernatural gifts to read. It was obvious, and undoubtedly inevitable.
“You slept with him,” She surmised aloud. There was no accusation, and certainly not judgement; it was nothing more than a statement, one that there was absolutely no point in denying. “He has that effect. When he wants to,” She added with a smirk. It wasn’t exactly rare, and nor was it something that would normally draw Lilith’s attention…if not for the fact Linda had very obviously stopped. A woman who gave into the devil’s charms was only human, but one who could resist them was impressive.
“And Lucifer is entirely right about his Father,” Lilith added, getting up from her seat to study the ever so slightly wilting plant in the corner. “He’s more often in the wrong than in the right. I know that as much as Lucifer does. The only difference is I don’t feel any…inane desire to prove it.” She ran her fingers over the plant and it sprouted into colour and life, growing a little more, spreading a little further. Lilith studied her work for a moment, before looking back over at Linda. “But he’s not my Father. Only my…unfortunate Creator.” Perhaps that made it more personal.
“That’s what I wanted, for all of my…children” The word felt difficult on her tongue. “To be strong. So that no one could hurt them, so there’d be no weaknesses to use against them. Mazikeen excelled at that more than any of them.” The fact she’d become what was essentially Lucifer’s right hand was proof of just how successful she’d been, how much she’d achieved.
Lilith took her seat once again, looking at Linda uncomfortably. “I have to tell her?” She asked, sounding less than enthusiastic. “Just…share everything?”
