#c; lilith

[961022khb]

“Enemies are everywhere, I love my enemies  Because of them, I also become who I am.”

[pxndxrasbox-archieved]

@lilithmagne // @lucifermagne

[bewitchingsculs]

      Their love.

"He" is the center. "He" is Goddess sun which shines of serpents of gold. "He" is the light of her darkness , and the darkness of her light "He = She" one in abyss "He" is the keeper of her key to love, passion and desires. As one they honor

@amareisms

[ofangelicbloodisgone]

"My queen?"

Once again it felt like time had slipped away from him. His host had somehow regained control and he'd been forced back into the darkest depths of his mind. Frustrations had grown, the desire to please his queen a constant he couldn't rid himself of and now that she'd freed him again he would not let her down. First, though, he needed to know just what it was she wanted of him. He still had the previous mission of gathering followers for her but there was more to his queen's plans than what he'd been told of. Maybe now she would let him in. Maybe now with the host in a place where he couldn't break free he could do all the things that he'd been tasked with in the first place. There was a reason he'd been brought into this realm and he would not be happy until those reasons had been satisfied. "Are you sure we will — ?"

@heavynlymuses

[oliver-smee]

@l-ilithdelisle​

Holy Shit, he truly fucking despised Tina Bell. Was he going to sign up for the speed dating on his own? Yes. However, when he went to sign up he was told that he was already on the list. It was then that Oliver concluded that a certain blonde maniac had taken it upon herself to terrorise him even when she wasn’t present.

Now that he was at the event, he wasn’t going to be a dick and leave. He really could be doing with a stupid amount of booze, but that was also ruled out thanks to the sobriety front - which was being tested on the daily with Tina around. Looking at the list of names he was given, the first on the list was Lilith.

Oliver found his table and waited for his date's arrival,“Hey, I’m Oliver. Good to meet you”

[ofangelicbloodisgone]

"Give it to me."

Things may not have been going according to plan, but he knew that in time they would finish what had been started. Of course, there was the voice in the back of his head trying to break free but he was the stronger of them. He would not allow the voice of the body he'd taken over return to the surface. His mistress had done him a favour by locking him away and he wouldn't throw that back in her face. Though, neither would he tell he that the boy was stronger than they both assumed. This mission was far too important and the Owl wasn't going to let anything like that stop him. All that was left was finding out what he needed to do next. Now that his mistress was back he was ready for whatever it was she had in plan for him. And for those in the Institute. "Whatever it is you need of me I'm here to do your bidding."

@fatestaken​

[ofangelicbloodisgone]

@afaroffadventure​ sent a fire message: wow, thank you. that’s really convincing. i love that. ( from lilith )

"It seemed to convince the others at the Institute, too." A smirk pulled at his lips as he looked at his mistress. It hadn't been easy to return to the Institute. The boy he'd been fighting with had struggled to break free. Now, at least, the boy was under control and he could handle what was required of him. The only real problem would be the girl. Clary was a strong link to the body he was inhabiting and that seemed to give the boy more strength. Hopefully now things would go easier. If they were going to do all that they planned on doing it would need to be easier. If something happened he knew that one of them would end up suffering. And that wasn't something he was ready to do. He also didn't think it was something his mistress wanted, either. "Our only problem is the girl. Clary. Jace's connection to her is strong. Too strong maybe."

[hidinginbliss]

The way her steps echoed in the empty church already did enough to calm Magdalena to a certain extent, as she felt a sense of home here. Wade’s church was a little like the one she used to frequent in Venezuela - it was rather small, intimate. Church-goers knew each other here, and they knew the people who preached. She felt a certain warmth embrace her as she stepped in, knowing this place was free of sin and promoted the good. It was the closest thing she had to home now, so she took refuge there, surprised no one else had come here yet to process the supposed-to-be funeral. Evil was closing in on them, Magdalena could feel it. It gripped her and squeezed her throat until she had trouble breathing, and it got worse and worse with every day that they followed the events surrounding Josie Johnson. She’d heard people seculating, trying to explain this one ‘logical’ way or another, but today she’d seen even the most sceptical faces change, questioning the things fed to them all along. It sunk in that this wasn’t natural. These were the works of an entity they had no control over.

Magdalena sat at the end of a middle row, bowed her head and folded her hands before erupting in a series of hushed, spanish prayers, drowning out her surroundings. If someone else entered the church, she didn’t hear it.

@reveritus​