"Lilith," a cloaked figure called from the shadows of Lilith's room.
"Who are you and what do you want?" She asked, staring at the figure.
"I'm supposed to ask you the same question: What are you doing here? They killed your mother, why are you still here? To help them, even after they killed the only family you had left," The voice continued, leaning closer to her bed.
"I see what this is all about then? So what do you want? To stop helping them?" Lilith asked, inching her brows up.
"Yes, stop helping them and join us, you're the last pure witch and..." The figure barely completed its words when it fell to the floor, rolling in pain and clenching hard at its chest.
"What? You cannot handle the pain?" Lilith asked with a mocking smirk as she exited the bed and walked to the door to open it.
