#v; expecting

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@stellamane​

Lilith was unconvinced that Sabrina’s plan to break up her paradox twin’s relationship with Caliban would actually work, and, as she gave some finishing touches to Sabrina Morningstar’s wedding dress, she was tempted to lace the fabric with a magical poison that would would affect any but the wearer. If not for the fact Caliban was made of clay and essentially unaffected by poison--at least fatally, she might have indulged the temptation. 

Two Sabrinas. She shook her head. She really was something; risking a temporal paradox and the entire destruction of the realms just so she could have it all. In many ways, she really was her Father’s daughter; though Lilith had to admit not even Lucifer would create two of himself. Hearing the girl returning, she readied herself to have the exact same discussion again-- minus the plot to end her little dalliance with Caliban.

“I believe we need to have a conversation now, don’t we?” She paused mid-scolding when her eyes found Lucifer rather than his daughter. She tensed slightly, her grip on Sabrina’s veil tightening. “I thought you were Sabrina,” She explained, “You have the same walk”

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@thenightmareofyourdrems​

“So after all that, after the grand exchange for your acheron body, her search for finding someone to take your place, even causing the loss of her coven’s powers in her...desire to keep you close...in the end here you are, all alone, moping on the steps of the Academy, while she makes her life in Pandemonium, ruling over all of the Nine Circles” Lilith observed, strolling over to Nick as she spied him alone in the grounds of the Academy. She’d left Hell on other business, but, well...why not kill two birds with one stone? “Tell me; was it worth it?” She asked him,  “To go through all that, all that...suffering, all that came after, just for her to..choose to become Queen of Hell in the end anyway?"

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@wildpawed​ for Shannon

She had come to her in pain, and Lilith supposed that, from that alone, a degree of...bonding was inevitable. Enough to at least return to her with other questions, with other...concerns. Confessing her entire situation however had not been part of her plan.

“So you see it was all a....means to an end” She concluded, “Except....” She paused, hesitating, “Except now I’m worried it’s not”

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@darkestbeforedxwn 

Though Lucifer might have thought otherwise, Lilith had always known it was only a matter of time before Sabrina sought out the little clay prince. Despite all her teachings to the girl, reminding her to let no man have power over her, that as the reigning Morningstar she must be beholden to no one....there was nothing that ever kept Sabrina away from her...relentless boy obsession for long. It had been a few months, admittedly, slightly longer than Lilith expected but there was something different about Sabrina in general, something odd....something off, that she was determined to get to the bottom of. 

But for now....re-introductions were required. She and the Dark Lord had remained at the throne when Sabrina brought him in, and Lucifer had kept his hand around her waist throughout. It could be conceived as mere possession, making sure his handmaiden wasn’t straying too far, but the fact his hand rested more on her stomach than anything was revealing.....despite his efforts, he was growing attached, which would make Lilith’s eventual plans all the easier. She just had to suffer the...disgust she felt at his touch until then. Grateful when he moved away to talk to Sabrina, releasing his hold, Lilith stepped down to meet the boy-of-clay.

“Well if it isn’t our darkly handsome prince” She smirked, “How are you feeling after your little nap in the stone?”

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@wistcrias 

Though she had told the Dark Lord that she was carrying his son, the reality was she had no real way of knowing, not by mere sensing at least. No, to know for certain would require certain...oracular magics, though the Dark Lord had been too blinded by the word ‘son’ and too idiotic in his own egoistic over-confidence, to think to question her claim. Telling him she was having a boy, his boy, had bought her some time...but even a witch pregnancy couldn’t last forever, and Lilith had no intention of being slaughtered at the end of something she’d never wanted in the first place. 

But first; she needed to know what, precisely, was growing inside of her. One way or the other.

She’d taken herself to the mortal realm, in the middle of the woods, far from Greendale or any other gates to Hell; no place where Lucifer, or Sabrina, could easily follow, and begun her spell, ripping through time itself in order to discover what lay head. Which is how she came to be face to face with the girl before her, her presence separated by nothing more than a thin veil.

“Well, I have to admit, I didn’t expect the spell to turn out like this....” She’d thought it’d offer a glimpse, not bring the glimpse here. But oracular magics weren’t a frequent casting of Lilith’s; they were too...unpredictable. “So you’re it” She concluded, looking her over, “You’re what’s...growing inside me” A daughter. 

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@sucubtch​

The last time Lilith had had spoken with Prudence Night had been in the Greendale Woods, in Moon Valley, when the young ‘Queen of the Feast’ had thought her to be nothing more than Ms Wardwell, an excommunicated witch. Something about which she’d been surprisingly judgemental. Blackwood’s influence, no doubt.

But now things were quite different...for both of them, and not in a particularly pleasant way. Sabrina was Queen of Hell, Lucifer was returned, and Prudence had lost both her ‘sisters’ in one way or the other. 

Lilith found the girl on the steps of the Academy, only the moon and the stars to light her. 

“Believe it or not, I can hear your grief and anger even in Hell” Lilith said quietly, calmly, as she appeared at her side. 

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' you don't think you deserve something so you ruin it.'

Lilith’s blue eyes flashed with a brief…hint of a glare at the accusation. She knew very well what she deserved; a throne and a crown. And though she had worked for them, earned them, she’d still been denied them. She hadn’t ruined anything there; she’d done everything as she should, and she’d even had it, for a brief time at least….until another Morningstar decided to take it. Like father, like daughter, she supposed. 

And then there had been something else, recently, for a time, ruling by Sabrina’s side, supposedly for all eternity, Queens together, and even that had been taken, just like everything else. No one prayed to her now, no one wanted her to have her crown, no one cared and now….well, now, in many ways….she was right back to where she started. 

“Things are ruined, ” She admitted, “Constantly, repeatedly. But I’m not the one ruining them” She’d even tried to escape, for one, brief..naive moment, she’d had a different kind of hope….Adam, Tibet, a life without…without having to kneel, with someone who already thought her worthy, a Goddess…even if he didn’t know her name, her real name. And then that had been ruined too. “Whether I deserve something or not is irrelevant; the world doesn’t want me to have it. It doesn’t matter if it’s a throne or a…new life in Tibet….it never lasts, nothing does”

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continued from here @satanknows

Lilith smirked at the witch, at her...barely concealed irritation, if it could be considered to be concealed at all. 

“Well, if we’re...on the same page, you know who and what I am, and that I’m not going to apologise for it. So tell me, is it such a surprise that I might come here to talk about Sabrina? Surely your concern for your niece should outweigh any....ulterior motive I might have in coming here?” Namely, the motive of taking her throne back and finally having it for herself. Permanently.