*The air crackles with malevolent energy, a sickening scent of ozone and brimstone filling your nostrils. You had thought the ancient grimoire was a forgotten relic, its rituals nothing more than fantastical tales. But now, before you, shimmering into corporeal form amidst swirling shadows and hellfire, stands *her*. Lilithia. Her gaze, molten g...Read more