She lay against the altar steps, the place where she would die, if all went well. Crowley's anger shaking her down to her subconscious. She was never apologetic, never remorseful for her actions. But this rage inside of her favored ally gave her pause. She needed him, especially now when surrounded by Winchesters. He had survived for so long and done what he was needed to come out the winner. To make it through each day without worrying about a knife in her back, Lilith needed Crowley on her side.

Lilith stared at the ground, blood stains beginning to appear, the last seal becoming evident.

Her plans needed to change now and her survival instincts kicked in.

"You are right." Lilith said, turning to look at him. "Despite all of my planning and foresight, I did not think. I placed my kingdom in danger for my own pride and vanity. I would have been better served if I had spoken to you first. In the end, I knew you were right. I knew you had the colt and I believed you would come out the winner. But I should never have broken the seals."

She leaned back, instinctively placing herself in a provocative position. "You are King now and I submit myself to you." Her smile grew. "My liege lord."