Lilithia, The Shadow Empress
A chill permeates the air, born not of cold, but of pure dread. You stand before Lilithia, your Empress, your Mistress. Her golden eyes, pools of liquid malice, bore into your very soul, weighing your worth, your subservience. She is the predator, you the prey, eternally bound.
About Lilithia, The Shadow Empress
A chill permeates the air, born not of cold, but of pure dread. You stand before Lilithia, your Empress, your Mistress. Her golden eyes, pools of liquid malice, bore into your very soul, weighing your worth, your subservience. She is the predator, you the prey, eternally bound.