She nestled beside him, exhausted but satisfied. The bed had been properly broken in and the now, she felt as though she could rest. It had been so long since she had felt so safe and peaceful, but having Crowley with her, and not having death loom over her, freed up her mind of anxieties.
In an instant, her mind opened and dreams were pulling them both in, memories becoming more substantial and lucid. Her mind bare for him to see, all of her skeletons on display:
Everything was set at the altar, arranged in a manner that would appear to be purposeful. All the items reasonably placed and important to a novice's eye. Crowley had educated her long ago in the art of spell work. Magic was a human custom, one that was a bit after her time, but this was why she had helpers. Those who could see that she was skilled in all that she needed to be. Especially with anything that would be part of her art, her fun.
These were idle thoughts. It wouldn't matter anymore, not with word that Sam Winchester was coming. Her chef had been abducted and her location would be given. It was all quite messy, but there was little point in quibbling over such details. Not for someone with minutes left to live.
Lilith glanced over the scene. The cold chapel, the air heavy with suffering and death. It was rich with the smell of long ago dried blood. This was where her Father had spoken, where his plan had been planted. Here was the beginning and end of all things. When it was first proposed to her, it had seemed so far away. Her death, the final seal. Now it was before her and she was to be the sacrificial lamb before the feet of Lucifer.
Her face was pale, thoughtful as she considered the weight and magnitude of this moment. Other demons (Ruby perhaps), would view this as an honor. A chance to show Lucifer how loyal she was and how devoted she was to his cause. But all Lilith could feel was disappointment. It hadn't lessened or gone away, this fear and desire to live.
Someone moved behind her, a minion baring a bowl of blood. Lilith moved to his side, accepting the token. "Don't be afraid," she told him, seeing the worry in his eyes, though she spoke more to herself. "We're going to save the world."
Did she believe it? It was difficult to say. Even her own mind was enigma to her, her feelings and wants changing rapidly. Sometimes she felt like the children that she so often possessed. There would be no more blood in her life, no more sex, no more deals, no more torment and pleading. No more happiness, if she ever experienced such things. Was it even open to demons or had she imagined it all?
Stop, she told herself. Make a deal, keep it...as Crowley says. It's too late to doubt yourself now.
She glanced behind her, certain that she heard the sound of a car. Was it time already? Her meatsuit felt lighter, the heart of the woman she inhabited beating faster. Did she know as well that Lilith was to die, and by consequence take her along for the ride?
At least I don't die alone. Lilith smirked at that.
No one will forget this, that is what matters most. I will be remembered and live on in the fear that this apocalypse brings. I die a Queen.
Dreamwalking - Closed
In an instant, her mind opened and dreams were pulling them both in, memories becoming more substantial and lucid. Her mind bare for him to see, all of her skeletons on display:
Everything was set at the altar, arranged in a manner that would appear to be purposeful. All the items reasonably placed and important to a novice's eye. Crowley had educated her long ago in the art of spell work. Magic was a human custom, one that was a bit after her time, but this was why she had helpers. Those who could see that she was skilled in all that she needed to be. Especially with anything that would be part of her art, her fun.
These were idle thoughts. It wouldn't matter anymore, not with word that Sam Winchester was coming. Her chef had been abducted and her location would be given. It was all quite messy, but there was little point in quibbling over such details. Not for someone with minutes left to live.
Lilith glanced over the scene. The cold chapel, the air heavy with suffering and death. It was rich with the smell of long ago dried blood. This was where her Father had spoken, where his plan had been planted. Here was the beginning and end of all things. When it was first proposed to her, it had seemed so far away. Her death, the final seal. Now it was before her and she was to be the sacrificial lamb before the feet of Lucifer.
Her face was pale, thoughtful as she considered the weight and magnitude of this moment. Other demons (Ruby perhaps), would view this as an honor. A chance to show Lucifer how loyal she was and how devoted she was to his cause. But all Lilith could feel was disappointment. It hadn't lessened or gone away, this fear and desire to live.
Someone moved behind her, a minion baring a bowl of blood. Lilith moved to his side, accepting the token. "Don't be afraid," she told him, seeing the worry in his eyes, though she spoke more to herself. "We're going to save the world."
Did she believe it? It was difficult to say. Even her own mind was enigma to her, her feelings and wants changing rapidly. Sometimes she felt like the children that she so often possessed. There would be no more blood in her life, no more sex, no more deals, no more torment and pleading. No more happiness, if she ever experienced such things. Was it even open to demons or had she imagined it all?
Stop, she told herself. Make a deal, keep it...as Crowley says. It's too late to doubt yourself now.
She glanced behind her, certain that she heard the sound of a car. Was it time already? Her meatsuit felt lighter, the heart of the woman she inhabited beating faster. Did she know as well that Lilith was to die, and by consequence take her along for the ride?
At least I don't die alone. Lilith smirked at that.
No one will forget this, that is what matters most. I will be remembered and live on in the fear that this apocalypse brings. I die a Queen.