Deep within the mines of the mountain Lilith had set up an alter to her beloved, mostly it was a depiction of him, some candles and objects that she knew he would like. A shrine where she could go and speak to him, the cold tunnels of the mountain were hotter standing before the gates of his prison and she waited in silence for her demons to bring her the faye royal. She had already spoken to Lucifer, it would any day now she could feel it in her core. They were so close the idea of it slipping through her fingers cause a rage to ignite in her. Turning with the sly smirk on her face as the demons pushed the faye forward into her chambered shrine. “Officer Wilson, how kind of you to join me.” The sly smirk only more amused by the double meaning behind her words. A chair appeared within the chamber for him to take a seat in, “Please, get comfortable.”
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