LILITH (PRIME)

the daughter of dracula earth-prime

[spawnofmephisto]

"mortals are so strange, you have all these pleasures of the flesh but spend most of your time tormenting each other. --and you think the only devils reside in hell...?"

[draculaspawn]

"You needn't tell me about the folly of man, nor the pleasures of the flesh. I'm quite well versed in both."

[witchsiphon]

"and we're sure this reality mish-mash has nothing to do with a maximoff? cause they sorta have a thing for playing doll house with real people."

[draculaspawn]

"And they wonder why I don't care for witches."

[draculaspawn]

@dayblade

"I don't know why you're here, Daywalker. I've done nothing wrong. Don't we have a common enemy?"

[witcheschaos]

"frankly, i think every one is a bit too casual about this. i've been alive for half a millennia and spent lifetimes studying the vast expanse of the mystic arts. Even I can't think of too many beings capable of this sort of multiversal feat, at least not any that bring comfort." "Plucking variants from one universe to the next and gathering them to another is one thing. It is another entirely to perform so against our will, in such a way that it cannot be undone. And, for what? Annihilation? Amusement?"

[draculaspawn]

This little multiversal tear was resulting in more and more (so-called) heroes being pulled into the reality. It meant more surveillance, and as a result, less chances to feed. Lilith knew she had privilege among the vampires. She didn't need the taste of blood. She just liked it. The others who depended on it were beginning to get restless. It made them vulnerable to being hunted. All of this swirled in her mind as she listened to the witch speak, violet eyes unamused.

"Certainly not my amusement. This is a headache I didn't need. We were fine here before you all flooded our reality."

[ebcnyblade]

"Always wanted to visit New York, just thought when I did I'd be able to leave. Expectations were too high I guess?"

[draculaspawn]

"It's rather rude, I think, for everyone to just drop in like this."

[draculaspawn]

"I don't believe I signed up to gossip about vampires with you. You have your tools, your Google. Utilize that before you waste my time."

[dinah-lance]

Aubri Ibrag photographed by Stephanie Diani for Noir Pour Femmes (2024)

[draculaspawn]

@werewlfwithin

Things were changing. It would have been obvious to even the least attuned out there. As loathe as she was to use the word 'something' as a descriptor — it was too vague & inarticulate — the general unexplainable nature of the current state of affairs prevented specificity. As a result, the world was stuck in a perpetual limbo where 'thing' became the greatest descriptor in the human languages.

But how had it began? When had things gone south in the first place?

It was hard to say. The draw to New York City had been sudden and unsettling. Lilith had been somewhere in Eastern Europe — don't ask her where specifically (at her age, it could be hard to determine due to the way that years and places began to blur together) — when she had first felt it. The flight the States had been instantaneous. Never had the thought crossed her mind that once she got there, she'd be blocked from leaving. Trapped like a rat in a coffee can or however you wanted to phrase it. It was completely and totally infuriating.

Acclimating to a new environment was taking a moment. Unlike most vampires, bloodlust didn't dominate Lilith's thoughts and dreams. Her feedings were a choice spurred on by a fondness for the taste and subsequent feelings that a feeding would bring. Angered by the circumstances she was stuck in? Feed. Bored? Feed. For a normal vampire, caution would need to be exercised in order to avoid a stake to the heart. The daughter of Dracula had less to fear; a stake to the heart could kill her, yes, but as long as her father plagued the world she would as well. Her life being tied to his was a security blanket no matter how much she despised the root of her troubles. Besides, most looked or vampires after the sun had set. Although Lilith was no daywalker, she could enjoy the rays of sun on perpetually chilled skin.

Teeth were firmly latched into what had been an unsuspecting neck only a few moments before, the flesh supple but bending easily against the sharpened point of practiced fangs. The woman had succumbed without so much as a whisper, lost to a mesmerization she'd never stood a chance against. Lilith kept the victim pinned against the wall, her body helping keep the other woman upright. When she felt the telltale tremor move through the meal, it was time to disconnect. Today, there would be no draining or body left discarded for the NYPD to identify.

Today, however, it seemed there would be an extra set of eyes of her. The blood had briefly consumed her mind and distracted her from her surroundings. It didn't normally matter. People were temporary, trivial. They were fleeting and easy to deal with. Pulling the handkerchief from her coat pocket, Lilith carefully blotted at her lips. Scarlet glittered on the white fabric when she lowered her hand. Her gaze remained trained on the intruder who had witnessed the moment, her meal momentarily forgotten.

"Are you lining up to be next?" A flippant question almost challenging in nature. Then, a pause. What she was getting from the stranger was... conflicting to say the least. Undead blood was nothing she desired. The heart needed to pump something fresh if it was going to be a meal. A frown tugged her lips downwards. "Never mind. You won't do. Just don't bother asking if I'll share. I won't."

[theimaginauts]

DAUGHTER OF DRACULA

Art by STANLEY "ARTGERM" LAU

[illerafac]