Lilith Snow - Abyssal Lord

Standing alongside Seraphina and Richter upon a snow-white platform that hovered, propelling itself in the air with the almost faint hum of the propulsion drives beneath our feet. The platform was a tad bit large, easily fitting all three of us, but around us stood an eerie Abyss of Darkness enveloping without end. A dark force seemed to seeth through the Abyss, bending to those watching.

I rested my eyes at the head of the podium near the mic; images seemed to appear one by one, and I slowly became attuned with an enamoring force greater than I; a wave of acceptance and familiarity flowed through my veins, and I could see. I could see Arkanos lost in a river of blood. I could hear her screams, pleadings for mercy, terrors, and heartbreak. It had all came crashing into my heart, but not before the image faded, and I could see a pink-headed doll, curled up in sheets, smiling as she touched her lips. Her cheeks blushed, and her eyes fluttered back and forth with misty wonder.

"Iluthath is not for Arsene to control." I heard, and the image changed, and there I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Izavith, long legs ran up in the most enticing curves; her skin was a milky white, without the slightest blemish, while her hair was long and silky, flowing freely and wild. There was a bit of a smile over her lips as she rested lazily over her throne, spiked and jagged; it appeared as if formed by war and blood, holding the color of black.

"Zariel, why can't we talk about this at dinner or something?" She asked bitterly, curling into the fetal position; she pursed her lips, "Your Lil sis is way more fun."

"Inform me why you are using my Iliah, and I would gladly grant you a fair dinner; the last person to partake in a meal with me was Mephisto after telling me he was planning to screw me over." He said as if this was not the first time.

Izavith rolled her scarlet eyes that glimmered with the radiance of the shattered shards of stars through the heavens, "He did say you were the best cook ever. But what I would like to know was why you granted us your blood."

Zariel made a bit of a puzzled expression and shook his head, "It wasn't my idea, but the Abyss. I don't know why but she asked me to do so. My mind has been racing for days in regards to her will; I thought she might have told you." He probed, sending my Izavith a measured stare that stirred the Abyss.

"I hate that power of yours," she said and shook her head, but a bright eye smile slipped over her lips, "Master has said nothing, but I know the reason! It's due—"

Zariel lifted his hands and turned his head. Frowning, his gaze pivoted, surveying the area with pearly eyes. "Lilith?" He called and turned towards me, but I could feel his gaze pass straight through me. He scowled, "I know you're there; I can feel it. The Weave can speak to me."

The Abyss seemed to reel as the hairs upon my neck stood on end, but it was then his eyes turned wide, and everything turned black.

"Lilith," Seraphina suddenly called, patting my shoulders. She lifted her lips, and I gazed at the fifty or so holograms standing within the Abyss of darkness in a circle around me. Glaring at me profusely, I wiped the sweat running over my cheeks. A heavy weakness seemed to slip from my lips. I was so close. Damn the Weave. How is his understanding of the Weave so great it communicates with him? How could the Father allow him to possess such power?

"Lilith Snow," The commanding voice of Rensa seemed to reach out, pulling me once more from my thoughts. I grimaced at the disturbance of expanding my abilities, and my eyes settled firmly over her jaded expression.

"Has everyone done their introduction?" I inquired, narrowing my eyes at all the unfamiliar faces. Seeing a few nods, I proceeded, "Good. Well, I am Lilith Snow, Daughter of the Abyss, and within Nine years, a majority of you in Noctem will be transported into the Abyss to take part in my festival."

"Why the hell are we even listening to this woman? Those of the Abyss cannot leave the Abyss; this has been a constant fact!" A shaded being with a long mane that flowed like wild flames thundered furiously, "Cut this woman's head from her body. We need actual clues, not dumb bitches, spouting nonsense."

"Al'vons I saw her abyssal Qi!" Rensa shouted sharper than any blade. "I have already established Lilith Snow is of the abyss."

"You are not even the chancellor but rather the governor of Corsem, nothing more than an old hag that had the honor of once being bedded by the Chancellor." A beady eye maidan, whose entire left face was nothing more than a field of festering rot, congealing at a visible rate, shouted. Beautiful and hideous, she bore a half-smile.

"Tel'vek'i, it's not the time for this!" Another stranger shouted.

A mixed discussion erupted, and everyone began to shout back and forth. I shot a glance towards Sera, who shrugged.

"This kind of reminds me of Heaven. Some angels behave like this." She conveyed, and I could not help but lift a brow. "Angels are loyal, but sometimes they will covet thy neighbor's wife, leading to said angel moving into another house. Then both male angels somehow marry the same woman at the same time… yeah, it's a mess. But it somehow ends up working."

"Now I see why you are single," I said, and her expression seemed to dampen a bit. "Don't worry; after we are done with you, I am sure you will either Fall or be the best angel ever," I promised, licking my lips. "We are going to be sisters one day Sera."

A sneer flashed over the exquisite lips of the naive angel, "I would kill myself if that day ever comes."

"Forgiveness is literally what you angels do," I said with mixed mockery and playfulness, tilting my gaze to the chaos raging back and forth.

"EVERYONE!" I shouted, carrying a cold intent; the room fell silent. "When you appear within the Abyss, there are a few things you need to know. For example, there is a major war going on."