"A gem?" Lilith asks, that part evidently the only one she doesn't recognize. She narrows her eyes slightly, looking at Steven with an uncomfortable deepness. She flicks her fingers at his prism cage, which forces his arms to move away from their defensive position around his belly. Steven gasps in mild panic at being restrained.

"A diamond," she confirms, seeming to understand more just from looking. "It sustains your form... how rare. Yet, you are also fae. How is one half of three things?"

"Divine Lilith," Bezaliel says, laying low on the pillar beside her, miserable and humiliated. "There was a full fae... we imprisoned him. But he got away before you could arrive. We believe he is their leader, but he has been wounded and bound with iron. Surely he will be no threat to your power..."

Lilith raises a hand to silence him. She keeps her eyes on Steven and the rest of the group.

"You came here to steal from me," she says.