“Poor, poor, Vanessa Ives,” Lilith pouted, as she..slithered out of the shadows, appearing, seemingly from nothing and without warning, as she entered the room where the curious...not quite mortal, not quite witch, not quite...anything, now sat. “So many things in her head, so many voices...both real and imagined...and so many different people having told her what to do about them” Lilith sighed heavily, cocking her head in a...display of sympathy at the woman, “But none of it has...ever really helped, has it? Well, how could it?” She walked further into the room, and, without asking permission, slipped into a chair, elegant falling into the seat as if she had belonged there the whole time.
“The world has never understood women, not even the most...mundane ones, the most ordinary. And you’re quite the opposite of that...aren’t you?” Lilith’s lips became a smile as she continued to look at Vanessa, her blue eyes almost seemed to pierce through, deep into her...well hidden soul. “They see a woman who is different, the kind of different that can be powerful, independent, free....and they condemn, twist it...try to ruin it and the woman herself” Lilith let her words hang in the air, settling in the...oddly comfortable silence.
“I imagine...that this all sounds so....very familiar to you” She gave another smile, “Perhaps, then, I can be of assistance, Ms Ives”