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[sinlaced]

closed starter for @mavrosdrake location: Near Lilith's Nightclub, Eden

She'd abandoned the party as soon as Cassiel fell to the ground and blood stained her nightclub. Preparing for the worst, Lilith collected all the needed paperwork to possibly reason with some of the Angels or Demons, to cut herself a deal, find new allies while the throne now remained vacant until a new replacement could be found. One mind in particular lingered: Satan. Had he been at the party and, if he did, was he alright? With Michael and all the other Angels around, Lilith feared they'd soon try and make their move against Demons, including him. Her man, her long imprisoned lover, she hoped to reunite with him as soon as possible. The surrounding area had since cleared, however she could see a figure further back. Unmistakably him.

She breathed in sharply to calm her nerves. Lilith knew him by heart, by his mere silhouette and the way he stood, no light, no other pointers needed. Her most trusted ally, her most beloved. With her head slightly tilted to the side, the cursed mortal tried her best not to let emotions rule over her next actions, to not put a target on both of their backs, but she refused to spend just one more second without him. "Satan," her voice, filled with instant relief and warmth, propelled her forward as she practically jumped against him. His familiar scent, his height, the way he exuded that sort of darkness most would want to avoid -- she craved it all and more and had been waiting for it for the past centuries. With her arms now wrapped around his neck, Lilith kept him in place like a snake, ironically, just to take in his scent and warmth as much as possible. He almost felt unreal given the time between their last meeting. "Satan," she whispered again, fingers quivering against his neck as she eventually released herself to look at him. "You're back." She didn't care if anyone saw how close they were, if that would put a target on them. No matter the consequences, she knew they'd be able to suffocate any potential attacks before they even began. "I've waited and waited." Her hand moved from his neck to his cheek as Lilith's finger gently brushed alongside his lower lip, "It's been far too long."

[lordof-flies-deactivated2026021]

closed starter: @sinlaced event: the first seal pt. 2 where: eden

Lilith is instantly recognisable, even just from her back. There is something timeless in her posture, the way she carries herself. She faces the buffet table, and he approaches her from behind, attempting to speak before she can sense his presence in the hopes that he can drive her to flinch.

"Is this all going to your plan, Lilith?" A smirk is audible in his voice, his typically obnoxious demeanour coming far more naturally than it does with the angels.

His derision for the cursed humans goes back eons; he has no love for God anymore, but this age old hurt doesn't simply go away. He moves to her side, reaching for something on the buffet table; he doesn't look to see what it is. One of the benefits of being the face of greed, he won't turn down anything he can taste. His teeth crush down on a cherry, right through the pit.

"I must admit, you've taken me by surprise. Were you anticipating God's death? Us all being locked here?" He raises his eyebrows. "Have I been underestimating you?"

[sinlaced]

She'd put a lot of effort into making tonight's festivities into something special. Who else could say they were expecting fourteen previous "companions" from eons ago back into their world? Nobody, probably. Lilith knew something was going on, even if everything just boiled down to a new war, this time for Earth. She'd be wrong about that. Upon hearing Beelzebub behind her, Lilith did jump, drawing in a sharp breath as she turned around to face the Demon. "Are you insane? What plan?" facing Beelzebub like this, Lilith wasn't all too comfortable. In fact, she didn't quite know how to face him at all. Beelzebub had a reputation, after all. A gluttonous monster, not one you'd want as an enemy. He'd just eat his way to your heart.

"I don't care what you think of me. You've all passed judgement millennia ago, I refuse to be defined by that." And it wasn't like she'd tried to get away from them ever since, avoiding Eve and Adam as well. The way he behaved and carried himself, it made her sick. "I'm surprised you didn't just reach for God yourself to eat him up," Lilith rolled her eyes, "or am I missing something? You must be still under Lucifer's thumb, right?"

[cxecution]

It was cruel. It was almost cruel. What she had done, the freedom she had sought, that Adam hadn’t been able to make sense of at the time; what she had done, the freedom she had sought, that Adam now understood all too well. What could have been different? Could they, he dared to wonder, have been different? But then, where would that have left Eve? Eve, tender and caring and beautiful; Lilith, sharp and independent and beautiful. He had loved and he had lost. Twice, he had loved and he had lost. And thrice, he had proven a failure.

But to see her. To see her, to have her see him. They were created for each other, were they not? Perhaps it was always in God’s plan that they may one day find each other in the mortal coil, atop mortal soil. Her fingers felt familiar upon him, her voice as silky as he had known it to be – he didn’t need to shut his eyes to believe them. And contact – touch with another like himself, another doomed to walk the Earth because they dared to defy – had become so special. He placed the back of his hand upon her cheek – call it second nature – and uttered, “Lilith.” Her name felt like honey upon his tongue. Lilith. It was a name he never believed he would utter again, at least in circumstances such as… this.   “Why am I here… or why am I here?” Why was he in Eden, or why was he no longer in Eden?

[sinlaced]

Her body ached, each new heartbeat increasing in speed as she looked at him. Nothing had changed except the clothes. Everything seemed so real and painfully surreal at the same time, that Lilith almost forgot to breathe. There he stood, the man she'd been created with, her ex-husband and the man she'd loved. She was a fool for not expecting him to be here tonight. After having avoided him for so long, even searched for him every now and then only to never approach, Lilith knew there was no hiding now.

His warmth felt real, so she accepted the fact that she wasn't hallucinating despite the punch's effect. She knew him all too well to not immediately recognize him by the shape of his jaw, his smell, his voice, too. "Adam." She drew her hand back, afraid it would last all night against his skin, "I don't know why. We've all been practically stuck in here, but I never knew you'd be here, too." In fact, Lilith was shocked to see him here. Someone must've invited him without her knowledge. "This isn't a good idea, you must go." Lilith looked around, "I can't go back, not like this." It's almost a reminder of how they'd chased her down so she'd return to Adam. "How did you... did you have a good life?" she was curious, awfully so, to know more about him and his whereabouts all these years.

[shcttereddreams]

He could pinpoint any single one of them throughout the war of bodies searching for something in the deft tangle of bass and bad decisions, Belphegor didn't walk into a room without knowing all that lingered in the realm of shadows. A watcher that had come to learn the every move of those left behind. "I was wondering when you'd think to stop staring, and say something irrevocably stupid.. " features split, the curvature of his lips slick in mirth, in irony. "At least you haven't left me disappointed this time." Nonchalance clings to him like a second skin, and every word he speaks feels slow and methodical, an ethereal and rather habitual trait he'd garnered over centuries of dream walking. This isn't his world, but Belphegor knows and craves the other in ways this one will never satisfy.

"Name one of us who isn't," he points out, chin tilting in the direction of those familiar to the pair, "Scheming, that is." He'd never claim as much – in this life and the last, he didn't scheme so much as unify. Piecing together the strings of demons, and every plan that came to pass until they became the destruction that followed. Neither a leader, nor a follower, Belphegor remained something more. Other. The huff of laughter that befalls his lips, serpentry that perhaps only Lilith would know the taste of. If only she knew, how far he'd fallen well before Lucifer took the first step before them all. The depths of supposed poison he'd touched and consumed before the lines were drawn. He did nothing blindly. "You assume too much."

[sinlaced]

"Aren't you a ray of sunshine?" She raised one eyebrow, clearly not pleased with the way he addressed her, but who would be? Given the chance, Lilith suspected most Demons to protect themselves and their own, maybe even Satan would if push came to shove. She wondered how far Belphegor would go in order to get ahead of the game. At this point everybody had some sort of agenda, as confirmed by the Demon. Surely they couldn't all aim for the throne, else they'd set themselves up to a war of formerly unknown proportions. "All to sit on that stupid throne. There has been books and even a tv show about the same topic. Didn't end all too well and the ending was fairly disappointing, too." Lilith sighed. All Belphegor ever did was being so full of himself and his own capabilities. Lilith knew better than to believe in any of them.

"So, are we going to play nice or are you already picking favorites? Then, by all means, at least tell me every juicy detail you know about those you loathe, so you can make your presence worthwhile."

[vainglouried]

Lucifer places his hand on his chest in mock offense. "Lazy?" He tsks as though he were scolding a disappointing child. In some ways, perhaps he was. Lilith and her guard, her ambition nearly as sharp as his own. They nearly cut the same line — this for me and me alone. The smile, despite the stars, is not a reassurance. If anything, it is a warning. Watch yourself. It might be her turf but this is still his game. "When have you ever known me to be lazy?"

Never. Ever bright star of the morning, he never wavered. He never faltered. There is little of that star left to him. His eyes, once bright with those words of subtle creation, are endlessly dark.

He accepts the glass. "What would demolishing the club do, hm? No, you have my praise." & he lifts the glass. It is very easy to read that as mocking but Lucifer merely offers the gestures. Not a smile, not a flood of flattery — it is perhaps as honest as a demon can allow themself to be. "You've created a place where even the holiest of them have willingly crossed into. That is no small feat, my dear. Between you and me, sin looks good on them. Though perhaps—"

& here, he tilts his head slightly. "Perhaps with a bit more starlight, you could really play with the magic of Eden." The air throughout the club begins to twist and shape, twinkling stars blooming into life overhead as though they'd fallen curiously from the night sky. A minor trick, an illusion lost between the next drink, next moan, next shout for more. "Is that what you're worried about? Destruction of Eden? You've survived it once. I'm sure you could survive it again. That's all you do, my dear, survive. Angels and demons mingling under your roof is merely a chance to double check the insurance — not fear for your life." A pause. He turns those endless black eyes to her. "Unless it is? Don't tell me all these years have scared you, Lilith?"

[sinlaced]

"Right, why would you? The whole world might be yours if you do play your cards right." However, Lilith's mind began to wander, causing the cursed mortal to huff. Surely they were others ready to just rule instead of Lucifer, Michael or anyone willing to lead the masses. They'd been scratching the door, waiting to be let out, their fingertips bloody, their hearts aching for power. She wondered how long he'd be able to keep them interested enough, to follow him instead of anyone else. "If you can still count on your followers, that is." Lilith raised her own glass and smirked.

"I didn't invite them," for once, Lilith decided to be truthful, "I don't know who did. And while I do appreciate the praise, I'm sure you'll agree, that this is just the beginning of something much worse. Angels will be tempted by the throne just as any Demon will." She wanted for Lucifer to see how crucial obtaining the throne might end up being. Having the throne meant to rule overall. No matter the cost, she hoped he'd go all the way. With the stars above their heads, Lilith simply smirked at the display of his powers, "I'm sure you've used that trick on many before, Morningstar. However, I'm not interested in God's Eden anymore, I have my own." She paused to really consider her next words, as if saying them would open another can of worms. Maybe it would. "Scarred, perhaps. I have seen kingdoms fall, saw mortals consider themselves godlike, only to die shortly after. Mortals are stupid enough to consider themselves equals to you. Why would I not consider you and everybody else's presence a warning, a bad omen? Are you not the most tempting of them all?"

[leithwater]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @sinlaced !! 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 & 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: a downtown cocktail bar, early evening

꩜  .ᐟ      there  was  always  a  certain  delicacy  to  these  things.  favours  to  be  asked,  services  to  be  offered  —  even  with  your  very  dearest  and  oldest  friends.  always  better  to  start  with  an  offering  first,  before  getting  around  to  whatever  it  was  that  you  wanted.  “so,”  she  began,  eyeing  the  other  woman  carefully  in  the  neon-washed  haze  of  the  bar.  drawing  absentminded  patterns  on  the  table  with  one  fingertip,  doodling unseen shapes. “ someone  may  or  may  not  have  scored  tickets  to  fashion  week  in  milan.  all  expenses  paid,  plenty of  fun  promised.  the only thing  i  need  now  is  the right  plus  one.  .  . ”

[sinlaced]

A much welcomed guest, Asmodeus could ask her for anything and Lilith wondered if she'd decline her offer. There was something so intoxicating and fun about her kindred soul, she wondered if everyone else saw her in the same light than she did. Surely there were enough people completely drawn to the idea of her. Lust incarnated, everything one could wish for, one could desire. It's exactly why she looked at Asmodeus with so much desire, it was almost unbearable to even look at her for longer periods. The power of hers, one of many Lilith truly feared, internally. "You do? You know I do give out the best advice when it comes to new clothes. Besides, you can't possibly bring a demon to the show. They'd just turn everything on its head, right? We'll have to look good before starting and negotiations. You know... allies." Lilith raised one brow, hoping to tempt Asmodeus into revealing something, anything, regarding her own ambitions. "I'm sure Lucifer's already aiming for everything, right?"

[heacvenlys]

who: @sinlaced / lilith!

where: eden, lilith's club

delicate fingers released the creature, scorched, a limp body that fell to eden's floor, only a few meters away from her, mother of monsters. " one of your creatures has crossed a brother of mine... i came to return it " a demon, one that inflicted pain upon her youngest sibling, a far gentler creature than michael. " i hoped you would keep them on a tighter leash, disobedient things " aberrations of creation, tied to lilith in sin. the archangel despised them, yet somehow she questioned if they were a part of god's plan all along. " are you not going to offer me a drink? i know you are a woman of many flaws, but lack of manners didn't strike me as one of them. "

[sinlaced]

Lilith wasn't all that surprised to see Michael here. After all, she was the one she'd hoped to see around Eden these days. Wasn't this her birthright in a way? The throne? Surely she'd aim for so much more than she currently was. There was nothing subtle about the Angel and Lilith wondered how many would follow her in the end, now that they could reach for the same throne if only they desired. Looking down towards the charred remains, Lilith didn't flinch nor wasted much time to even acknowledge it. Instead, her focus remained on Michael. "They're roaming free, because I want them to remain free. You wouldn't understand, I'm sure." Lilith turned to the bar grabbed an empty glass. "I'm sure you Angels know one or two things about mixology." A jab at how she knew about angelic and demonic relationships from the past or even present. Was Michael aware of her disobedient followers? "Feel free to just raid my home. You all never cared about my independence before, so, I'm aware you wouldn't care now, would you?"

[hourofsilk]

for @sinlaced / eden

His cadence is gentle as he sidesteps hushed patrons whose gazes linger, whose sighs drift after him, a shade wistful. His delicate gaze falls upon Lilith: the proprietor with a sense of irony. He remembers when she rebelled all those eons ago, the murmur she sent rippling through Heaven at the news of her abandonment of Eden. At the time, he’d been dismayed, perplexed, of course, but quietly sympathetic. He had thought there must be a choice before total abandonment; after all, no one should be beholden to another’s command in paradise — none but His.

Now, he imagines her sympathies lie more with her fellow subversives, though her establishment opens its arms to all. With this in mind, he approaches her, cautious, composed, yet expecting reproach, his head swimming with fleeting hallucinations. She deals in secrets and unanswered questions, and he has many.

“Lilith,” he murmurs, voice soft as gossamer. “How gracious of you to open your doors to us all.” His gaze drops to the glass in his hand, first in acknowledgment, then in wary curiosity. “I don’t suppose you know who is responsible for the punch? Unless I have you to thank for the apparitions. I would have preferred to agree to them first, but if this is how mortals imbibe…”

[sinlaced]

She'd been far too dizzy to really manage Eden all on her own. Others stepped in whenever she was caught up in a new conversation, clearly suffocating underneath the intense pressure of having to deal with allies, enemies and everything in between. Seeing them now, having to come face to face with her own past, wasn't as pleasant as some might think. Nor had she intended to be caught up in it. Nearly avoiding Azrael in all of this, she caught the eyes of another Angel. The more the merrier. Luckily one of the more pleasant, not someone with whom she has a past in some way.

"Chamuel," she half sings his name to serenade him, "so you also think it was me who wrote those atrocious looking invitations? All that glamour and gold really isn't my style, as you might be able to tell." In fact, she'd always prided herself with the idea that Eden wasn't a paradise, but a sinful place of ruin and opulence. A place where one could lose themselves in. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," she joked, one eyebrow raised to watch his reaction, "why? Have we encountered any unwelcome guests already? Oh my, sounds like such a burden to the one who feels everything, am I right? Come to think of it: what's it like to love and feel everything? Must be exhausting." They couldn't be more different in that regard, with her being the one to abandon love for the sake of her own freedom.

[maidavika]

MAI DAVIKA wearing poem

[sinlaced]

closed starter for @cxecution (Adam) event: the first seal, after midnight

At this point, Lilith had gotten herself semi drunk to just deal with the arrival of both Saints and Sinners another day. Who cares if they fought their stupid battle nearby? Who cares if they were all stuck here? They couldn't possibly be dumb enough to meet on a remote island to duke it out once and for all. Instead, she let her instincts take over, partying, excess, ignoring the dangers of tonight. Grinding against some brunette and beautiful mortal woman, Lilith felt too dizzy to really care. She could vividly see the traces of Eden, the light shining upon an arrangement of colorful flowers, the breeze of fresh air rushing through her dark hair, how she admired the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil from afar, not yet understanding its true value. With her eyes half closed, Lilith inspected her surroundings. Colorful flowers were suddenly illuminated in all red as neon lights flickered against them, most mortals vanished into thin air at this point, with only one remaining. Tall, dark skinned, all too familiar.

Lilith immediately took a step forward, one finger outstretched to touch him. Along his neck, his cheek, the delicate curve of his lips -- she could feel his warmth, but considered all of it to be just another cruel joke by one of the Angels. Perhaps Jophiel, she wasn't all that sure. "Adam," Lilith eventually whispered before pressing her lips together to get a grip, to either stay in this world or be removed from it. She wasn't all too sure herself. Closing her eyes with such intensity that Lilith began to see stars, the woman opened them again only to see the same image. Fruit, paradise, the new and untouched. Yet, as her own mind began to wander deep towards that illusion, the familiar images of Eden faded and with that... Her fingers remained pressed against his skin, warm and gentle as she finally locked eyes with the real Adam. He was here, illuminate in neon red, dressed, the same, always the same. "You're actually here." Numerous questions flooded her mind, but one ruled over all, "Why?"

[vainglouried]

THE FIRST SEAL — event 001. sinners, you & i | @sinlaced

There are many, many things that Lucifer could say about Lilith but first and foremost — she knows how to make sin a delight. The other is that she knows how to make monsters out of men. Monsters of pride, monsters of greed, monsters of lust all reaching for one another in bright sighs of pleasure. They are beautiful, these creatures with human faces and human laughs and human delights as they drench their souls dark.

He could watch this all night. She stays on the edges of his attention. Every now and again, he would catch sight of her face and the memories come crawling back. The soft air of Eden, freshly made and heavy with mist, trembling with two voice wavering without a song embedded into the soul.

That is what moved the heart of God. Eons, God had been Lucifer's — until they were scraped out of the mud with braying voices and no song, shaped into the image of God without being gods, without being angels. A shoddy lookalike with nothing to off— oh, if he lingers on that much too long then he'll find himself as bitter as Leviathan.

Orbits have a strange way of catching one another. Lucifer slips into the lull of her time and lifts the glass in hand in a short, small greeting. His smile is bright, dawn-sharp as it reveals the gold of his canines. "They have you running around tonight, don't they? I thought you'd had enough of all that. Serving others, I mean."

[sinlaced]

She'd been far too busy to really greet them all with the... respect they might deserve. Well, let's just settle for the respect they think they're entitled to. The cursed mortal didn't exactly look for them, either. They were roaming around somewhere, scheming and possibly already clawing their way through the crowd to reach their beloved angels. Just the thought of Lucifer mobilizing all their followers meant she'd have to be careful not to play with fire tonight, but she loved to break every rule in the book, naturally. So when she actually saw them, a part of her was drawn to the effortless charm and aura they inhabited. For them, Angels would certainly condemn themselves for.

"Apparently I'm not busy enough when I'm seen with you, Lucifer." there was no contempt in her voice, just fact. Instead of condemning the once angel whose sole reputation relied on their beauty and ambition, she now understood the poets even better for making that assumption. Though she'd seen Lucifer before, she could now fully take them in. "I'm actually surprised you haven't decided to just completely demolish my nightclub now that you can reach your precious angels again. Have we gotten a bit lazy?" Lilith smirked while offering them a glass.

[shcttereddreams]

He could pinpoint any single one of them throughout the war of bodies searching for something in the deft tangle of bass and bad decisions, Belphegor didn't walk into a room without knowing all that lingered in the realm of shadows. A watcher that had come to learn the every move of those left behind. "I was wondering when you'd think to stop staring, and say something irrevocably stupid.. " features split, the curvature of his lips slick in mirth, in irony. "At least you haven't left me disappointed this time." Nonchalance clings to him like a second skin, and every word he speaks feels slow and methodical, an ethereal and rather habitual trait he'd garnered over centuries of dream walking. This isn't his world, but Belphegor knows and craves the other in ways this one will never satisfy.

"Name one of us who isn't," he points out, chin tilting in the direction of those familiar to the pair, "Scheming, that is." He'd never claim as much – in this life and the last, he didn't scheme so much as unify. Piecing together the strings of demons, and every plan that came to pass until they became the destruction that followed. Neither a leader, nor a follower, Belphegor remained something more. Other. The huff of laughter that befalls his lips, serpentry that perhaps only Lilith would know the taste of. If only she knew, how far he'd fallen well before Lucifer took the first step before them all. The depths of supposed poison he'd touched and consumed before the lines were drawn. He did nothing blindly. "You assume too much."

[sinlaced]

Of course she just had to ask, see how everything's going. If it wasn't for her own establishment, Lilith probably wouldn't have cared all that much. Still, the whole Demon league should be welcomed by her side, no matter their personal feelings towards the cursed mortal. They were, after all, the ones who put up with her when Angels abandoned, cursed her. Belphegor might just be the exception to that rule. The quiet, mysterious one. Whatever he knew wasn't trivial, so Lilith decided to be more careful than ever. Instead, she let out a slight huff of annoyance, followed by a shrug, "Well, you seem awfully positive tonight." She took a large sip from her drink, pupils now dilated despite the lights flickering against her face every now and then. They remained in that position while present day mixed with the past.

"Right, we're both just monsters ready for everything, are we not? Assuming things or not, maybe you might just be the closest I'll ever have to a kindred spirit, apart from Satan, of course." She could feel it in her bones, the silent schemes, the meaningful looks as Belphegor assessed her. "Just tell me you have an ace up your sleeve, anything you're willing to achieve on your own," one eyebrow raised, with her interest now piqued, "or have you seriously devoted yourself now?"

[sanguined-noir]

he hums , as it so clearly unsettles her , the idea of being looked after which made it impossible to resist a condescending pat on the arm. ❝ yet here you are , in the thick of it all , hosting your little parties. ❞ one raven brow arched , because he knew she was behind the invitations. somehow. gabriel just couldn't prove it . ❝ mind you it was a virgin daquiri . ❞ he recalls and gives a confident wink as he couldn't possibly know this punch was spiked. ❝ let's hope it takes more than bright lights and sucrose , let's hope you're there to see it , firsthand . . . after you . ❞ the man nodded in the directions of the restrooms , fully meaning to continue this conversation elsewhere.

[sinlaced]

She huffed, annoyed at how nonchalant he presented himself to be. Like nothing really mattered, like they could so easily get rid of all Demons in an instant and get back to business. Tapping her nails against the table, Lilith watched him, hoping to see some sort of plan peek through, anything that would expose his plans to her. "My party, not my invitations. Or am I just bullshitting you?" She raised one eyebrow, "Virgin daquiri, noted. You might want to try a virgin caipirinha, they really pack a punch, keep you refreshed." She couldn't blame him for not drinking alcohol, but maybe there was an alternative to get him to spill his next move. A sealed book, each page practically blank, he seemed almost too controlled. "If this is some type of negotiation attempt: I'm not interested." She moved towards the restroom, away from public eye, away from mortals who might listen. Rolling her eyes, the cursed mortal just shook her head, "Come on, not very divine to go looking for Sins. Aren't you supposed to fight a war right about now or did you finally put yourself first?"

[quietalibis]

such a melody of a chuckle slivers out from mammon, lips parting to beam perfect pearly whites. to any outsiders innocuously looking in, the unfolding scene would've displayed a mirage of two long time companions catching up over lost time rather than a pair of demons devising another scheme. "and here i was going back and forth on the idea of taking credit. it does fall right into my alley of interests, too," facetiously hummed the brunette, smile dazzling much similar to the gems draping her figure.

while initially hesitant to oppose god in the first place, the idea of prolonging her stay in heaven certainly hadn't ceased its reservations, an irrefutable desire to possess and conquer reigning prominent. "more ways to climb the ladder?" aforementioned grin is now edged with a nearly sinister element. "do you know how much of a fortune we could profit? a club slash gambling hotspot, lil. no better way to pull these toys under than through their pockets and livelihoods." on the precipice of bouncing in glee, mammon quickly reinforces why lilith remained one of her favorite counterparts.

[sinlaced]

Mammon easily unsettled her, but in a good way, like a shiver that ran down one's spine while feeling excitement. Pure ecstasy, the cursed mortal leaned closer towards Mammon's alluring words, hoping to seal the deal right away. They could rule huge parts of Las Vegas in an instant if only they worked together. While Lilith had never longed for money, with herself always having some to at least keep herself happy, she could appreciate the Demon's eagerness to start something big. Clicking her tongue, Lilith grinned at the other, her head placed on top of her fist as she observed the glimmer in Mammon's eyes. "Alright, alright. We could share customers, they'll get tired of gambling, so they'll come partying at my place, possibly gamble some more and lose themselves, and their money, that's where you can pick them up again. Greed and all." Lilith winked, "do you think the others would be fine with this? Unless they require your undivided attention towards the upcoming war..."

[sanguined-noir]

immediately the angel's head cocks to one side as lilith made such a statement. this was almost too much to even try asking for any help , but , if he didn't take the humiliating selfie , how else would there be proof of the stunning outfit? five minutes contemplating the darkside and already he was becoming vain. he couldn't be that easy and for that he decided satan would earn his loyalty. a hand brushes against his glasses as lilith's thoughts are turned on like a light switch . swimming through the usual anxious notions , gabriel 's head tilts as he heard lilith thinking of those days . tangled bodies in private quarters and lips dragging across supple skin . this was dangerous , another temptation and he might never come back. NOW , amber eyes gaze up over the glass of punch with another compulsive sip.

as she talks of misery, none of them had a choice with a war brewing. ━━━ ❝ well if you all didn't need looking after , all the time .. still , i've become partial to those cold slush drinks - daquiris , next time do a daquir i bar... . ❞ gabriel insists , a teasing smirk playing up as he continues to go into her mind. || . . . @sinlaced

[sinlaced]

Angels must be frightened by Earth knowing how much temptation lies among the mortal. She'd always wondered how much they understood about sin, how they behaved around it. Having seen Gabriel sin, or at least what she'd call a sin, she knew they were skilled, experienced even, ravenous for a taste of something they couldn't quite fathom. Yet, flesh against flesh, they'd proven themselves to be tempted by concepts so far off their usual path. No matter, she saw him for what he represented: the messenger, the Angel, not some hookup from the past, but something greater than this. Still, these memories lingered, easily poisoned her mind as they vividly returned to her mind. What a cruel joke.

"I don't need anyone to look after me. Neither you nor Raphael, but the two of you just never listen, am I right? A huge savior complex all hidden behind divine judgement. At least now you'll have some... ice cold drinks to drown your own thoughts and sins." She raised one brow, hoping he'd understand her vague words, "Weren't you happy.. to sin? Earth might be just what you desire, Gabriel."

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closed starter @sinlaced | eden nightclub | the first seal event

Eda had heard whispers of Eden long before the gilded invitation arrived, the kind of nightclub that pulsed like a heartbeat beneath the desert heat, seductive and unholy in equal measure. Of course, it was her. Only Lilith would summon the fallen and the forsaken with something so poetic, so cruelly nostalgic. Eda had laughed when she read it, the sound tasting like guilt and longing. She tells herself she’s changed, that centuries on earth have softened her envy, dulled the ache of what once divided them, but as she steps through the haze of perfume and neon light, she can still feel the ghost of that old rivalry threading through her veins. Moving through the crowd with a dancer’s grace, pearls glinting at her throat, she finds her, Serena Chandra now, but she’d know that gaze anywhere. Eda’s lips curve, her voice honey-sweet and edged with something ancient. “You always did know how to make an entrance, Lilith,” she murmurs, tilting her head, curiosity gleaming in her dark eyes. “Tell me… what are we remembering tonight?”

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She'd long since forgotten the idea of having her around. There were fleeting moments of knowing her, seeing her, all of which were filled with some envy, an aching for something so unattainable. Eve represented a softness she'd never allowed herself, a honey-sweet, elegant version of her, refined and shaped to perfection. Upon seeing her, Lilith's entire focus was caught on her alone. The music faded, slowly turning into nothing but a muffled mess as the other woman approached her. Longing might just be the wrong word and yet... she caught herself swallowing harshly upon seeing Eve again. All sass and wit gone, what remained was Lilith's primal self, the first version, the original. "Eve," a simple murmur, lost within the otherwise loud nightclub as Lilith was forced to remember Eve from Eden, barely dressed, about to be cursed with their shared husband, to a fate so well known to her. Oh, how she'd wished for them to be spared, then again, not. Now? There's curiosity, attraction, a depth she cannot quite comprehend. "And here I thought you'd be wiser not to be attracted by the unknown." Lilith moved closer, still in awe, still unable to fully comprehend her being here of all people. "We must remember everything we've lost. Our curse, above all things, demands us to. Have you been alone all this time?" Despite their differences, if Lilith had known, she'd have spend time with the other woman, would've talked, celebrated life, as best as possible. "You shouldn't have come," it's neither accusatory nor stern, but rather filled with worry. Worry for her innocence, her compassion, everything good about her. "Eve," again, the line between past and present blurred, still, Eve remained almost the same. Despite wanting to say more, Lilith remained speechless, unable to get herself to admit fault nor spew poison at the other. It didn't matter, what mattered was her, her alone.