As Rin dives and strikes at Bezaliel's face, blood spatters across the pillar. One by one, the shadow pillars holding up the three prisoners begin to crumble and fall, releasing those inside them - but they are changed. There are holes in their chests, as if carved out of black stone, leaving a hollow where their heart should be.
The only pillar remaining is that the one that Bezaliel staggers on, the three black shards spinning around him as dark light shoots into the sky. Darkness crowds the sky overhead, only to be cut through with a crack of blinding light, like a breaking mirror.
Lilith descends.
She has six wings, somewhere between those of an angel an demon, but all made of refracting shards that look like broken mirror or glass. Similarly radiant horns curl around her shining hair, while clothing of reflecting crystal covers her body.
Her hands are held out to her sides, statuesque, as she takes in her world for the first time in a millennium. She doesn't look pleased at what she sees.
"Bezaliel," she says. "What is this?" She already knows.
Bezaliel is scrambling through bramble with bloodied eyes, trying to indicate the fae among them despite his ostensible lack of sight.
"Divine Lilith," he says. "The fae have come to take what's yours!"
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As Rin dives and strikes at Bezaliel's face, blood spatters across the pillar. One by one, the shadow pillars holding up the three prisoners begin to crumble and fall, releasing those inside them - but they are changed. There are holes in their chests, as if carved out of black stone, leaving a hollow where their heart should be.
The only pillar remaining is that the one that Bezaliel staggers on, the three black shards spinning around him as dark light shoots into the sky. Darkness crowds the sky overhead, only to be cut through with a crack of blinding light, like a breaking mirror.
Lilith descends.
She has six wings, somewhere between those of an angel an demon, but all made of refracting shards that look like broken mirror or glass. Similarly radiant horns curl around her shining hair, while clothing of reflecting crystal covers her body.
Her hands are held out to her sides, statuesque, as she takes in her world for the first time in a millennium. She doesn't look pleased at what she sees.
"Bezaliel," she says. "What is this?" She already knows.
Bezaliel is scrambling through bramble with bloodied eyes, trying to indicate the fae among them despite his ostensible lack of sight.
"Divine Lilith," he says. "The fae have come to take what's yours!"