As Queen of Hell, there were certain…responsibilities to ensure everything was in balance, that all the connected realms were running exactly as they should be, that none were….encroaching on the other. Lucifer hadn’t exactly cared about that– it had always been Lilith’s role even as his Handmaiden– but as Queen, she personally preferred a…hands on approach.
Appearing in a flurry of hellflame, Lilith looked around for the rip she had sensed between the realms, the hole that had been torn through and was letting infernal, celestial, earthly and any other number of things from other places, pour in and out with…reckless abandon.
But the first thing she actually saw….was a man. She squinted at him through her sunglasses, wondering just precisely who– and what– he was, and, more importantly, why he was here. She sighed and stepped forward, deciding to cut immediately to the point.
“Are you here to try and close the rip?” She asked, “Or are you just the…idiot who created it?”
IT’S NOT SO OFTEN SOMEONE INTERRUPTS HIM AT HIS OWN GAME. He’s the Doctor, he does the fixing of tears in the fabric of reality. Sonic screwdriver in hand, he narrows his eyes at the arrival of the unfamiliar woman.
He’s about to speak when she steps forward and gets there first, forcing him to either interrupt or shut his mouth and listen. The Doctor shuts his mouth. There’s a time for interrupting and a time for listening, and he suspects this might be a time to try and get some answers.
She mentions ‘the rip’, which makes her either a very clever human, or something else entirely. Given the flames, he’s currently putting his money on ‘something else entirely’.
“Trying to close it,” he answers, waving his screwdriver as if to demonstrate. “I do create them sometimes, by accident of course, but this one’s not one of mine.” It’s clearly not one of hers either, if she’s asking him, which still leaves him with the unanswered question of who did cause the rip.
“Who are you, then? Are you here to close it too?”
