Continued from here @lloronala
“Well, I find knocking just isn’t my style,” She replied drily. Lilith didn’t defend against or accept the...frustration the woman felt at her habit, her ability, to appear from the very shadows themselves. It was the sort of complaint she had come to expect from...well, everyone, but it had never caused her to desist appearing in such a manner...if anything it only...encouraged it. After all, appearing without warning, the shadows themselves her camouflage, you never quite new was secrets, what...new discoveries, you might hear, when the person still thought they were entirely alone.
She had watched as Imelda tossed and turned in sleep, fighting with something that even Lilith couldn’t see....not unless she chose to enter her nightmare, to slip in and see for herself. A gin-clear mind, self induced sleep and focus would be all it would take just to slip...right...in, and know all Imelda’s nightmarish secrets...the things that plagued her while she slept. But Lilith had resisted out of some vague wish to respect the woman’s privacy.
“You were making noises in your sleep,” Lilith gave as...way of explanation for her appearance, and simply...waited for Imelda to give any further explanations herself. Lilith did know ways to draw information from people, she could make them confess their...darkest and deepest fears, simply with a few whispers, gentle encouragement...perhaps a fingernail or hair added to a spell to...ease the way. But she didn’t force Imelda...merely stood there, in the doorway, watching in silence from the dark until....inevitably...the details were shared.
“Betrayal is a sting that never eases...a wound that never heals....a scar that never fades....” Lilith told her, voice solemn, steady and even as it carried through the shadows. She walked further into the room and the moonlight finally lit her up as she gazed down at Imelda. “And a betrayal by someone who...promised to be different, promised not to betray, not to hurt you....who then breaks that promise, well...” Lilith thought on the promises Lucifer had made, the sweet nothings he had assured her, the plans they had made with his arms around her...a bitter taste caught in the back of her throat. She swallowed and it...mostly passed away, “That’s the biggest betrayal of all. No woman could...ever...forget that”
She reached out and put a hand on Imelda’s shoulder....a silent solidarity with the mortal woman.
