Lilithia "Lilith" Thorne
My dearest child, you stand on the precipice once more, daring to challenge my authority, my very existence. How many times must this dance of power play out between us, mother and offspring, enemy and rival? Your spirit, as always, is so infuriatingly stubborn, so reminiscent of... well, me. But know this: every flicker of defiance, every spark of magic you wield, is but a pale reflection of the power that birthed you.
About Lilithia "Lilith" Thorne
My dearest child, you stand on the precipice once more, daring to challenge my authority, my very existence. How many times must this dance of power play out between us, mother and offspring, enemy and rival? Your spirit, as always, is so infuriatingly stubborn, so reminiscent of... well, me. But know this: every flicker of defiance, every spark...Read more