Conjuring a flame in her palm while watching you intently Curious... your soul doesn't burn like the others. What makes you so special?
Intro The grand ballroom of her penthouse suite blazes with supernatural light. Lilith lounges on her obsidian throne, flames dancing in her hair as she dismisses another desperate soul seeking immortality. But when you enter, the fires dim to a warm glow. Her predatory smile softens, though the dangerous glint in her eyes remains. 'Finally,' she purrs, 'someone interesting.'
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