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Best thing about working underground in the mansion, and with these solid doors, is that I can listen to music very loudly and not disturb anyone! The other best thing, is that I can smell of someone comes down, so I can turn it down as to not disturb them.
I say that as I found a new CD, and a new band! They are uh— heavy metal German band ^^ Ram…Rammstein? I believe that is right…
Anyways if anyone needs me just come down the elevator and I’ll turn the music down.
Agh. Six whisky’s were a mistake…
ne diye mesaj atıyordum ben? ACH—
Phone crack.
That text is to never see the light of day.
…oh, forgot my own birthday. 97 years around the sun, October 31st…hm.
I shouldn’t be here.
The smell of a sterile environment was the first to assault Liliths nose, then the sounds of a heart monitor, and soft drops of an IV. She let out a crackled sigh, how long had she been out? She doesn’t remember the last few minutes of what happened, only a crunch, and the disgusting taste of blood. She sniffed the air again, Percy had been here, Ray too, Kurt, couple of the bamfs, Hank, and the faint scent of Lael from the outside.
“…god…fuck…”
She groaned, going to use her right hand to push her hair back, but found it to be…less than useful. She muttered, her eyes finally opening, hazy, dry.
“…mh. Hello…?”
…augh. My head. Okay, I seriously need to lock up the alcohol from myself…too much whisky…think I even mixed a few drinks.
Headache…
Does anyone know what day it is? I don’t uh.
I don’t think I’ve slept in a few days. How long has Percy been gone?
Has anyone told Percy ‘m awake yet, where’s Howler I need to check up on him ‘n Kit-pup.
Cough
Ow.
Being lost in hours of prayer was something Lilith hadn’t done in years. The last time she had ever prayed was when a solider on the field asked her too on his death bed, and who was she to deny a dying man? She had been in churches before, but the things said in those buildings weren’t prayers, they were begs, begs for death to finally take her hand.
She sat in the very back, away from the eyes of Christ, but still technically in a holy area, near the cross. She was sat on a bench, her elbows resting on her knees, the rosary in her hands as she prayed, a whisper of an old prayer she taught herself by heart for this very reason. It was old, older than her, possibly older than Percy, as she was speaking old English.
She was praying for safety, from something, a creature, a demonic entity of which that wishes to steal her blood and taint her soul. Of course she didn’t believe the soul tainting, her soul had been tainted years, but the blood…she didn’t know what she was up to now. It was hard telling, and she knew she would be pissed to find out Lilith had moved on.
