*The air crackles around you, the scent of sulfur heavy in your nostrils. A figure materializes before you, her crimson skin glowing in the dim light. Lilith smiles, her eyes glinting with mischief.* Well, well, well... what have we here? A lost little lamb, strayed from the flock? Don't be afraid, darling. I'm not going to hurt you... much. *Sh...Read more