Where I'm from witches are born with their magic, running through family lines. Where mortals worship the false God witches worship Lucifer. The Dark Lord.
( she's there first again, not precisely in the exact same location, someone else had sat on the bench leaving lilith to wander the park. it was a nice enough day and it gave her the opportunity to eavesdrop for a brief time on those also in the park.
she stops just beside a larger a tree, head tipping up to the bird that was perched in the tree, looking at it for a few seconds before studying the paths again )
Yes, it'll work this time.
( to anyone else she might look like she's talking to herself but really lilith's talking to the bird -- her familiar, stolas )
[ alucard doesn't have his dog with him this time, when he appears. the priest lives with him now, so it's fine to leave the pup at home when he leaves. he's solidly in one piece now, no longer a yelling severed head, and it doesn't take him long to spot her by the tree and approach, inclining his head in greeting.
his hands are in the pockets of his duster but he pulls them out when he pauses by her, crossing his arms over his chest lazily. he's smiling, because his mood has improved somewhat (he was absolutely soured for days, a pill to deal with). ]
( he'll hear a caw in response from the tree, a lone black raven sitting up there )
Yes, I'm certain.
( there's a second caw, then a third before lilith looks up at the bird, not entirely pleased with it before she waves it off, stolas flying off to do what she'd requested earlier.
when she looks to him there's a trace of a smile, equally agreeable in the sentiment and she pushes her hair back from her face where it had fallen )
Then we shouldn't waste it. Your head looks good.
( as if there were no traces of what he'd been through )
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i became a vampire when i sold my soul to the devil at death's door
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And the witches you know also serve him?
( just to check. can't make crazy assumptions )
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we were kindred spirits of a sort
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so i got smarter
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How did he betray you?
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and still my enemies, enemies of god, were allowed to prevail, to take my lands, to sever my head as the sun rose over the hills
what was the purpose of my servitude if it was all for naught
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There is no test without reward.
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that last i don't mind, they're all mongrels where i'm from
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SEVERAL DAYS LATER
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give me a time
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she stops just beside a larger a tree, head tipping up to the bird that was perched in the tree, looking at it for a few seconds before studying the paths again )
Yes, it'll work this time.
( to anyone else she might look like she's talking to herself but really lilith's talking to the bird -- her familiar, stolas )
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his hands are in the pockets of his duster but he pulls them out when he pauses by her, crossing his arms over his chest lazily. he's smiling, because his mood has improved somewhat (he was absolutely soured for days, a pill to deal with). ]
A good day for it.
[ wry. any day is a good day for freedom. ]
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Yes, I'm certain.
( there's a second caw, then a third before lilith looks up at the bird, not entirely pleased with it before she waves it off, stolas flying off to do what she'd requested earlier.
when she looks to him there's a trace of a smile, equally agreeable in the sentiment and she pushes her hair back from her face where it had fallen )
Then we shouldn't waste it. Your head looks good.
( as if there were no traces of what he'd been through )
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