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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @maxbxnes​

        as soon as lilith came strutting through the door of the masquerade event, she’d been on the hunt for interesting characters to mingle with. since escaping the empty, her sole purpose had become to make as many powerful allies as possible. she would swear it was for personal gain, but the demon knew as long as she had the right people tucked away in her back pocket, she might refrain from returning to her eternal slumber.

the hustle didn’t stop because lilith was in party mode, she was just having more fun adding people to her list dressed as a cartoon, stereotypical version of her favorite archangel. red devil’s horns sat atop her head, in contrast to the black waves of hair cascading down her spine. dressed in nothing more than a tasteful bralette and red leather pants, it was easy to say lilith was feeling the fantasy. 

the demon made her rounds throughout the crowds of people gathered in the de martel home. often flirting, twirling stray strands of hair around the tip of her pinky finger or finding a hard expression as she stared deadpan towards the person speaking at her. despite the highs and lows, lilith was having a blast. it only added to that she didn’t have to worry about pesky hunters keeping their eyes on her. lillian morgan was one of the best ideas the original demon had ever thought up.

continuing her way through the masses, hips swaying to the song blaring through the speakers, lilith’s eyes landed on an interesting looking man from across the room. another one, she told herself, red louboutins clicking against the floor as she made her approach. 

❝ what a blast , am i right ? ❞ lilith commented, taking a small sip from the champagne flute balanced between delicate fingers.

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @caelestimortem​

    lilith had spent her night making rounds among the room. for a while, she spent some time fawning over gabriel and his beautifully mastered frank n. furter costume. though an unlikely friend, lilith was all about creating and maintaining relationships with people who might benefit her...and it was always nice to have an archangel tucked under your arm. beyond the demon’s hostile flirting and attempts at making additional allies, she’d enjoyed the music, finding a few willing participants to twirl her around the ballroom.

she was in euphoria. who knew a poorly thrown together costume would make an immortal feel so alive ? of course she still had her appearance to think of, having made sure the way too obvious costume wasn’t giving away too much information about her true identity. but lillian morgan was pulling people in. only once in the night had lilith interacted with someone she revealed herself to. white eyes always waiting on the sidelines for the opportunity to intimidate.

now the demon found herself sitting, cross-legged, at a table by herself, nursing a glass of champagne. she had managed to mingle with most of those she had her eyes on, avoided the known hunters, and was pleased with the progress she had made in the short time she danced her way around the de martel mansion. feeling the presence of another join her at the table, black hair whipped around as she turned to face them. immediately she recognized the archangel, though shrouded in a cute fairy costume, causing lilith to narrow her eyes. ❝ hello. ❞ she spoke plainly, not totally sure of azrael’s intentions and not willing to make hers known.