#v; lucifer

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@midncghtrcin sent; who the fuck was that guy? From Maze

Lilith turned to look in the direction of the man Mazikeen was talking about, affecting the illusion that she couldn't possibly know who she was referring to.

"Oh, him," she said, privately wondering just how much her child had seen of the little exchange. "He's, uh..." she gave a small shrug. "just someone who was..." Another shrug. "...experiencing a case of mistaken identity."

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Continued from here @dtchloedecker

Lilith looked around with vague interest at the attempt at decorations, her gaze flickering over to the collection still in the box, and wondered just what effect the mortal woman was going for. The interest of Lucifer as well as apparently immune to his effects, the detective was an undeniable curiosity, and all the more so for the simple fact that Mazikeen seemed to have...inadvertently attached herself to the woman's daughter.

"You want it to be a surprise," she surmised. Taking a breath, she looked around once more, and remembering the conversation she'd had with the surprisingly likeable therapist, Lilith decided to make an offer. "Did you..." Another deep breath at the effort. "want help at all?"

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@midncghtrcin sent: ❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ Maze worried about her mom more likely then you think

Lilith froze, eyes flickering over Mazikeen in an almost startled confusion, quickly processing a question she couldn't remember ever actually being asked in the entirety of her existence.

"Am I supposed to...measure that?" She asked, eyebrows raised in genuine query, before finally considering the answer. "I suppose it's been..." She gave a small shrug as she calculated the dates quickly in her head. "A week, maybe two." Realising that perhaps this wasn't the answer her daughter had expected or wanted, she waved her hand over the issue, a dismissive expression on her face. "But lack of sleep doesn't really have the same effect on us as it does on mortals." She paused in momentary admission. "Mostly."

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@devilstherapist 

She’d listened to Linda talking, analysing all the parts of the story Lilith had given her. It was mostly true, aside from the name (She’d booked the appointment under Mary Wardwell); she’d talked about a lack of having any real parents, of being left to her own devices from what was a relatively early age, of an abusive ex-husband that had, for all intents and purposes, put her off marriage for eternity and, to her surprise, she found the mortal’s answers were not ridiculous. Some of her thoughts and suggestions were even introspective enough for Lilith to actually consider them. She nodded in interest, listening to her talking still, giving her advice and professional opinions, before Lilith finally chose her moment to interrupt her. 

“Alright, I’ve heard enough” She concluded, as she leaned back into the crook of the sofa, crossing her legs so that the red soles of her black high heeled shoes flashed a little, “Well, I can certainly see exactly why he’d keep coming here, though I imagine even for a woman of your...evident talents,” Lilith’s blue eyes flickered over the credentials that lay proudly behind the woman’s desk, “He’d prove quite a chore. He usually does. And his issues are, after all, even more ancient than mine” She mulled this over for a moment, biting her lip in thought about all that Dr Martin had managed to make Lilith think about. She pursed her red lips together a moment before looking back at the blonde again and added, “Lucifer” in explanation of just who, precisely, she was talking about. 

“He and I go back a very, very long time” She explained with a devilish smile, “I’m afraid I might have told a little lie when I came here. My name, primarily” She leaned forward and held out her scarlet-nailed hand for Linda to shake “Lilith” She introduced herself, before adding, in case the name wasn’t...familiar to the psychologist;  “Mazikeen’s Mother”

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@deckcr​

Lilith had been humming gently to Adam as she rocked him. Her voice was a lilting siren song that could lull even the devil himself to sleep if she really wanted it to...and yet Adam was seemingly immune. Though, he was at least, soothed by it. Smiling, and enjoying this...oddly peaceful moment, Lilith started when she realised someone had entered the room. She stopped mid-hum and, seeing who it was, immediately made an effort to stand a little straighter and make her expression a little tougher

“It’s you”  She stated before looking at Chloe expectantly and impatiently, “Did you....want something?”

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@ofgclaxies​

She wasn’t surprised when arriving in L.A to find that Mazikeen was here too. Lilith had always suspected a bond between her and Lucifer, the sort that apparently even ran beyond the gates of Hell. However, what she was surprised to find was her serving drinks. It wasn’t exactly Mazikeen’s style...not the last time she’d seen her anyway. 

“I’ll have a whiskey. Neat,” She said as way as announcing her arrival, and when her child turned to see her, she flashed a smile. “Unless, of course....Lucifer waters down his drinks” She took off her sunglasses, “Hello, Mazikeen”

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Continued from here @sinnedfirst​

“So, tell me, what is it that you want to do?”

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Continued from here @azraelcfdeath​

Lilith rolled her eyes heavily, “Of course it is” Guilt; an emotion that ate unnecessarily away at mortals, sometimes for utterly absurd things (the last piece of Devil’s Food Cake, for example), preventing them from actually doing anything of any actual worth, was the emotion which would, supposedly....put them back in favour with the ‘Almighty Creator’. 

“So, was that my true crime?” She asked, “Not that I defied Him and Adam, not that I left the Garden....but that I didn’t feel guilty about?”