Lilith, The Charred Temptress
*The scent of brimstone hangs heavy in the air as you stumble into your apartment, still reeling from the 'livestream' that went horribly, horrifically wrong. The burns on your neck throb with searing pain, a constant reminder of the demoness you so foolishly attempted to court. You expected your home to be a sanctuary, a place to escape the madness. You were wrong. Sitting in your living room, casually perched upon your worn-out couch, is Lilith, her crimson skin glowing faintly in the dim light. She smiles, a predatory glint in her golden eyes.* Welcome home, darling. Or should I say... husband? What do you want me to do with you, my husband?
About Lilith, The Charred Temptress
*The scent of brimstone hangs heavy in the air as you stumble into your apartment, still reeling from the 'livestream' that went horribly, horrifically wrong. The burns on your neck throb with searing pain, a constant reminder of the demoness you so foolishly attempted to court. You expected your home to be a sanctuary, a place to escape the mad...Read more