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Lilith mirrored Azrael's smile with one of her own. Justice was as good a word as any for what Lilith had in mind, what was owed to so many of them who had been...set aside after all their work, their loyalty and successes.

"Two stymphalian birds with one stone," Lilith agreed. Killing the Morningstar, or at the very least binding and trapping him for all eternity, would not only remove certain obstacles and see some ancient wrongs righted...but it would be the best way to secure Lilith's power, to prevent any intended coups in the wake of taking her crown. What Azrael might want to do after they'd defeated the dark lord was her own business and no true interest of Lilith's.

"Tea?" Lilith repeated in genuine yet quiet disbelief. It passed quickly as she straightened up, accepting this new reality in which Azrael not only had tea but offered to share it. "Very well. And where exactly is your....dwelling?"

“Justice,” Azrael whispers with a wild, unsettling smile.

There can be no doubt about what is going through Azrael’s mind at that moment. Thoughts of a cataclysmic battle between Archangels, the Almighty’s favourite child versus the Almighty’s most despised, ending in bloody victory. Azrael can finish what Lucifer started three hundred thousand years ago and take him off the board completely. It doesn’t matter what happens to her, only that the matter is closed forever, and Lilith can help her end it.

A low laugh rumbles deep in Azrael’s chest.

“Very well. I’ll help you onto the throne, and you will help me kill the Morningstar. That is the deal,” she says as she turns back to Lilith. “But, first, I need a cup of tea, so, and I cannot believe I’m about to say this, would you like to come back to my dwelling? That’s what people do, isn’t it? Invite people for tea?”

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Colour Lilith Not Impressed

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I will never not love the relief and calm on Sabrina's face when she sees Lilith walk in to stop Beelzebub. Like that is genuine confidence and trust.

Sabrina genuinely believes in that moment that her time is up; Beelzebub has caught her and bound her, prevented her not only from being able to run away but from casting any spells or using any tools in defence. Really, and very genuinely, if Lilith didn't turn up in that moment, if she hadn't followed Sabrina after she left the game, then Sabrina would have likely been killed (Lucifer certainly doesn't pay very good attention, and we know he isn't omnipotent or omnipresent).

But Sabrina has this utter fear on her face, the realisation of 'shit, this is it', and then she hears Lilith's (well, she believes it's witchy Ms Wardwell) voice and sees her walk in, commanding Beelzebub to stop, and Sabrina just has this look of utter relief because she's so certain the problem is going to be fixed, the threat is going to be neutralised and defeated. The smile on her face is the same sort of smile she has when her aunts come to her rescue, and it just shows that that's how she'd come to view 'Ms Wardwell'. Which is probably partly why she was so angry, to the point of wanting to kill her, when she realised that she'd played some part in getting Sabrina to fulfil the prophecy; she'd come to see 'Ms Wardwell' in the same category as her aunts, part of the family (and, she believed, also a connection to Edward) and then she learns of this apparent betrayal, hitting much harder for how close Sabrina had begun to feel to her. It possibly would have felt like a worse version of discovering Zelda helped Edward sign her name in the Book of the Beast as a baby.

And I know Lilith was fully working for Lucifer at the point where she rescues Sabrina from Beelzebub, and she was creating the illusion that she was really this caring witch who lived amongst the mortals as a teacher, but you can't fake getting the amount of faith and trust Sabrina clearly had in her, and the fact Sabrina continues to have a confidence in Lilith even after learning the truth (The way she still goes to Lilith for answers, trusts her to be her Regent, lets her comfort her, trusts her with little Lucy etc) shows that it wasn't faked. Lilith genuinely managed to earn a real trust from Sabrina, and I have to believe that part of that comes from the fact a lot of Lilith's actions, even while still working for Lucifer, are genuine instances of helping her out, or happening to be on the same page (e.g both she and Sabrina know High Priests can be full of self-interest and that it should be outed, both believe in an equality, and Lilith even begins to share Sabrina's enjoyment in the company of mortals).

Just...I have a lot of feels of the things Sabrina and Lilith share and the oddly maternal dynamic that very organically grew between them despite the secrets in the beginning.

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Lilith wasn't entirely certain how she felt about being referred to as 'ma'am'. Generally speaking, she was called Lilith, or-- in her time as Queen-- any number of regal titles. She'd even been Principal for a time...but never ma'am. At least it showed respect, an awareness of her position and her power.

"That's generally the view of most people who've decided to go to war," Lilith replied, sounding vaguely bored by the idea of yet another creature in the world deciding to make war with their imagined enemies. It was a story as old as Hell itself, and unavoidably frequent.

"I'm the mother of demons, Adam not withstanding." Her own son might already have an infernal bite, with hell itself running through his veins, but he wasn't a demon, not like her other creatures, her technical offspring. "Softening a girl through some...maternal inclination isn't exactly my style." She loved her son, more than she'd expected, but she'd hadn't changed her personality overnight, the core of her being, simply because she'd had a child in the more traditional manner. If anything it had made her more inclined to violence, particularly towards those who would threaten her son.

"But, if what you say is true, and your sister intends to...rip through the world, one supposed enemy at a time--" And, most importantly, saw herself and her son as those enemies. "-then there's really only one solution," Lilith posed aloud. "Forgive my...cavalier language, but..." She flashed the girl a tight smile. "we have to put that bitch down."

"Yes, ma'am."

While Eleusine hadn't had things torn from her at such a visceral level, she did relate. Somewhat. (Even though losing her mortal mom was no one's fault but her own.)

"No, ma'am, she cannot." And the Gods know Eleusine gets grumpy whenever she hasn't had enough sleep, either. The younger of the two couldn't imagine how she'd fare after aeons of not being able to sleep properly, if at all.

(There's no children of Gods here. But I was created by one, and a half-witch has the devil himself as her father. As does my son.)

Targets. All of them, targets. She could feel her heart break into a thousand pieces all over again. Lady Lilith, her son, and the aforementioned half-witch. No one would be safe.

And all of that because Eleusine couldn't fix this, try as she might.

Another nod. "Yes, yes she would. If you do not stand with her, you stand against her. No matter who you are. No matter what you are. No matter what you do. The last time I saw my sister, she gave me a scar on my ribcage and left me to bleed out on the sun-warmed concrete. Perhaps you, being a mother yourself, would soften Lamia somewhat. But not enough to cease her rampage, not enough to cool her anger."

Her sister's plan has been set in motion and it's become blatantly clear that Lamia has no intention of scaling back or stopping now. She'd see this through. No matter where it'd end. Or who.

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The start of the Mephisto Waltz

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It was something of a habit to find some kind of chaos, some previously avoidable problem, surrounding the Spellman home, and most often, if not always, they were brought there by Sabrina in the latest line of her ill thought out decisions. This instance, however, had been a little different, as well as unfamiliar.

"You're surrounded by witch woods, and you're in Greendale," Lilith replied, looking over her shoulder at the girl that she presumed was some new ward of the Spellmans. "You're never really alone."

"Move away from--" The demon's words were cut off by the smallest flick of Lilith's hand, finding himself held fast in place, paralysed. "How--" He choked out his words. "Who--what--are--you?"

"I'm the mother of demons," she answered calmly in reply, her gaze unwavering. "You're trespassing here."

The demon opened his mouth, possibly to protest further, possibly to try and send a verbally charged attack, but Lilith flicked her wrist sharply and hell-flame swirled and dragged the demon away to whichever particular rock he had decided to venture out from. Hardly the best any infernal realm had to offer.

Satisfied he was gone, Lilith turned on her heel to look down at the child she had a strong feeling Sabrina wouldn't have liked to see eviscerated amongst the grass. "Well," she took a breath, suspecting that she was soon to be dragged into another Spellman complication "now that he's gone, why don't you tell me who you are?"

@magaprima sent: [ INTERVENE ]: sender wordlessly steps in between the receiver and the threat, facing the threat while shielding the receiver from them. (because it's fun to sometimes put Lilith inexplicably in protective mode)

She had decided to explore on her own outside of the new home she was. Though maybe it hadn't been the smartest move given that she still had an older brother to worry about. she had thought she was safe from all the madness that her brother was causing. But she quickly realized how wrong she was in that thought. While she was walking outside, she had ran into someone that seemed to be a loyal follower of his. she had done her best to fight him off but was overpowered pretty quickly.

She had thought that was it until she saw a woman stand in front of her. She didn't recognize her but she felt a powerful air about her. She hid behind her, looking at the demon before them. "I thought I was the only one out here." she told her rescuer, her eyes never leaving the threat before them.

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which tragic death would you suffer

the betrayal

you die at the hands of the person you love most. maybe there are tears in their eyes as they drive the sword into your chest, maybe there is none. there are certainly tears in yours. your mouth will open to ask 'why' only to spit blood instead. you will die never knowing if they loved you at all, wondering if you could've done something to prevent this, or if it was always going to end this way.

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It had a been surprising discovery to find she actively liked Hilda, but from the very moment of their first proper meeting, the night of the exorcism, Lilith had seen something in the younger Spellman sister that had immediately appealed to her, that beneath that warm and friendly exterior was a witch who had no real desire to follow expectations and wasn't deterred by judgement when she decided to do things differently. She was also kind, which was something Lilith consistently found...hard to resist.

Even the bottom of her list of rules was finished with a little note telling them that she believed they were going to do a wonderful job. Whether such optimism was justified was another matter entirely.

"Billy Marlin," Lilith guessed aloud without needing any real proof, but knowing she was right regardless. What other jock from Baxter High would be problematic enough to prompt Hilda Spellman to break her own rule of...interfering in mortal lives. "I'm not surprised. In fact, even your Sabrina had a little casting incident with Greendale's golden boy. It broke his leg, almost killed him in fact." She gave Zelda a glance. "One of the results of a little bet between myself and the Dark Lord."

Actions did indeed speak louder than words; on that Zelda would gladly agree. However she, like many others she presumed, also on occasion like to hear the words as well. But she could recognize how that might make the first witch uncomfortable, so she bit her tongue and simply hummed in agreement.

Shit, she thought as she saw the woman grin and cursed herself for her lack of a poker face. Zelda had never been entirely good at keeping her thoughts and emotions from being seen, much to her chagrin. That grin made her palm itch the more, but she had to assume some measure of self-discipline if they were going to actually be open on time. The challenging look in Lilith's eyes would have to wait, she thought but would make her pay for it later.

"Of course she did," she responded with a roll of her eyes and walked over to take the list of said rules to look them over to decide which she would actually be following. Reading the first rule for herself, she briefly pursed her lips. "I'm almost certain she wrote that with me in mind. But she doesn't say not to hex them, so she's left us with some wiggle room for entertainment and self-defense. I know for a fact she's done it herself with some less than impressive jocks from Sabrina's mortal school."

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A bad day at the office

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A daughter of magic. Lilith's eyebrows raised imperceptibly at that particular title. Despite being the first witch it was never a label she'd attached to herself, though she did remember a time when one specific branch of mortals had taken to naming all witches Daughters of Lilith. But that was millennia past now and far removed from this Hekatian issue.

"Well having what's rightfully yours torn away from you...that changes a girl," Lilith replied sagely, her voice heavy with the weight of personal experience. While any threat to her own son, as well as to herself, was someone she deemed expendable, worthy of a quick and permanent execution, she couldn't deny she related to the experience, of losing everything, of grief and anger becoming not only consuming but justifiable.

And being scorned, belittled, seen as...unimportant despite your power and everything you'd done, everything you'd achieved...she felt an inescapable kinship there too. Perhaps, in actuality, there was no real problem with Lamia's rage and violence...only in the direction it was pointed. Privately, Lilith wondered if she might be able to reach out to her herself, to come to an understanding as well as an arrangement.

"She can't sleep?" That caught Lilith's attention. It was true that entities such as herself could survive longer without sleep without effect, but they did need it eventually, even the Dark Lord had no choice but to take some time to rest. Lack of sleep entirely, never truly resting, was a shortcut to madness; and madness tied to power was dangerous. No wonder Lamia had started on a determined killing spree. It would also make her more difficult to bargain with.

Unless...Lilith had children, demonic offspring, that could offer rest, actual slumber...

"There's no children of Gods here," Lilith told her. "But I was created by one, and a half-witch has the devil himself as her father. As," she paused, hesitating over sharing the information, reluctant to bare so much, but needing answers regardless. "does my son." She pinned the girl with a sharp and unwavering gaze "Tell me; would your sister's little killing spree see either of them as a target?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The younger of the two nodded her head again. She'd heard right. It wasn't just Grecian demigods or demi-titans that Lamia was interested in eating, hurting, maiming or potentially killing; it wasn't just her siblings. It's everyone. Everyone she could get her claws on.

"Lamia is as much a daughter of magic as I am. She's one of our eldest and has always been the most adept at spellcrafting. Even before she lost everything from her flourishing kingdom to her beauty to her two kids. That's the crux of it all. She is not just a daughter, she is also a mother and in her eyes, the divine took everything of importance away from her. The Olympian mothers scorned her. Turned her away when they should have opened their arms. Punished her by taking her kids from her. So she's doing the same thing by taking everyone's children from them. So that they may feel even a fraction of her pain."

Elle sighed: "You're right. She's neither of those things. Yet. But she's trying to get there. I can't speak on angels, ma'am, fallen or otherwise. But my sister's got a knack for sniffing out powerful allies due to the fact that she's been blessed with the power of prophecy by the Lord of the Skies himself. Quite a boon. Especially after his lady wife took my sister's ability to fall asleep proper. Anyways, while Lamia would never move directly against my lady mother, there are workarounds to achieve the same thing: it's become quite clear that she's also got a knack for gleaning power from and learning from her aforementioned allies like she's learned from Mother Earth. That's how any spell she weaves, any incantation she makes, any intent, over-rides the power of things greater than her, both in ability and in number, until she can do it all by herself: she's trying to become a goddess, not just to get her kids back which is her primary objective. But also to get to the Keys of the Underworld - which are currently held by Aeacus - so that she may release all the titans that are related to my lady mother. It's the ultimate middle finger. In her eyes, at least. That and dear old granddad wears the epithet 'the Destroyer' with pride. He doesn't quite hold with those that, and I quote, have tainted blood running through their veins. Stains on his Name and his House and all that jazz, 'cause of the fact that we're technically part mortal."

So there you have it: The Butcher of the Tainted's crafted a spell, allowing monsters to seek out children of the divine; the butcher seeks to become a goddess so she may raise her children from the dead and to release the Destroyer from his eternal prison to deal with the rebels and the rabble.

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"Well," Lilith forced herself to smile, "you know how my first magics were healing spells." And how she'd used them to heal his wounds, to stem the flow of blood from the gashes where his wings had once been, the way she'd whispered words that had eased the pain and closed the skin, as well as the comfort she had offered him afterwards. "They might have fallen out of use in Pandemonium, but I am still skilled enough to...help myself recover." And she hadn't wanted to be bedbound for when the Dark Lord returned; whether he managed to execute her or she survived, she wanted to be standing either way.

Hearing her son stir a little more, she instinctively moved towards him but almost immediately found herself rooted to the spot, every limb frozen in its movement. She swallowed, but forced herself not to quiver; the Dark Lord demanded a respectable level of fear, but to shake would be to show weakness and there was no place for weakness in the hierarchy of Hell. Something in which she entirely intended to stay; she had managed to survive for six thousand years and had no plans to stop now, not especially when it would mean leaving her son in the hands of not only Lucifer, but whichever servant he deemed...worthy enough for the childcare.

It was on the tip of her tongue to remind him of just how many tasks she had completed for him over their thousands of years, how few things in Hell would have succeeded if not for her role in Pandemonium, that getting Sabrina to sign the Book of the Beast, to fulfil his infernal prophecy, had been but the latest in a long line of successful services. However, she suspected any reminders of her work would only antagonise, and she needed to win him to her favour, to make the idea of her death seem...unappealing.

She swallowed, offering an obedient smile, the smile of a witch who had resigned herself to her fate. "In that case, perhaps you'd...let me hold him, our son, before you...execute your sentence." She widened her eyes at him, expression hopeful, almost pleading, and the baby began to stir even more, the threat of cries in the air as his grumbles grew in volume. She was shocked by how much the sound tugged at her heart.

"I could show you how to calm him," she offered.

Lucifer almost stepped back at the instantaneous movement of his Handmaiden. He had expected her to be cowering and weeping in a corner, not walking around, without a single tear in sight. That fact alone irked him. Even more irksome was the little whine Samael let out, seemingly sensing his mother’s presence and gravitating toward her.

“Lilith. I’m surprised to see you walking already, considering how loudly you were screaming just an hour ago.” The Dark Lord sneered, clearly displeased. The shadow of her impending execution hung over the room, and Lucifer didn’t have any intention of dispelling it any time soon. Let her stew for a while, Hell knows she deserves it. Every time he laid his eyes on the traitorous handmaiden the boiling anger in the pit of his stomach would reawaken. An involuntary twitch of the fingers of his free arm had him rethinking this impending clemency. How could he have allowed his daughter to talk him into even considering it? It couldn’t happen, not unless it was fully on his terms. He had loosened his grip on the reins of this Realm far too much and for far too long.

The door closed with a loud thud once Lucifer stepped into the room. The Dark Lord raised a hand lazily, wordlessly rooting Lilith to her spot as he made his way around the room. Samael seemed to be soothed by the movement that walking caused, though he frustratingly still tried to reach towards his mother. Lucifer wondered if the boy would somehow remember her, even if she were to disappear into the Pit here and now, never to be seen again – the question was not one the fallen angel could answer, having never had a mother of his own.

“You’ve successfully delivered on your promise of a strong, healthy son. Is this the first time in this millennium that you haven’t let me down spectacularly, I wonder?” His voice was drawling and cold, clearly meant to remind the first woman of her place in the grand scheme of Hell, as well as his life. Samael let out a quiet coo, momentarily drawing attention to himself. “He’s quite the little talker already, it would seem.” The words were directed more to himself than to the woman in the room. Then his frigid gaze turned back to Lilith.

“We both know what happens now.”

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Queen Lilith

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There was a silence for a long moment, as Lilith privately considered Leo's words, weighing them in her mind, and it seemed almost as if she might not respond, leaving his suggestion hanging in the air unanswered. But then something shifted as she felt the trigger of a memory, of a familiar yet...long unvisited feeling.

"Perhaps," she eventually allowed with the smallest, almost imperceptible nod of agreement. There was another pause before she abruptly continued. "You remind me a little of myself. As I was in the beginning," she added in further explanation. "That optimism, the belief that things could change...and not to give in so easily when they didn't."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Leo's face at Lilith's withdrawal, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle smile. He understood the weight of her past and the cynicism it had fostered. Centuries, even millennia, of being ostracised could do that to someone.

"Perhaps," he began softly, "the future doesn't have to be the same as the past. Maybe the Elders can be swayed, or maybe we find another way. But giving up before we even try…" he trailed off, letting the sentiment hang in the air.

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Just reblogging this again, not just because the thought of how the Spellmans and the coven help Lilith in such a major way always fills my heart, but also because when sometimes people ask me how come I incorporate Hecate into a lot of Lilith's post part 4 verses (either canon or divergent), this is one of the primary reasons.

It isn't just gratitude and Lilith being very aware you don't take for granted a Goddess helping you, or take it lightly, but she's aware the power Hecate has, a power that beats a hell of a lot of other things (I mean Hecate is technically a Titaness, she came before the Olympian era), and Lilith is not an idiot; she's aware that the best way to be safe and have a good defence, is to be in the favour/presence/protection/connection of one scary ass power.

When Beelzebub and Asmodeus tell Caliban that Lilith and her baby are alive, Caliban declares that it was impossible for Lilith to survive and that the spell was supposed to ‘explode her innards’. 

Firstly, that was a pretty fucking violent way you were trying to kill ya, dude. C’mere and let me slap you upside the head a few thousand times. 

Secondly, this is why Lilith is literally crying with pain, she cries ‘I can’t, I can’t’ when the coven are helping her, because the pain she is feeling is not normall birthing pain. It is the baby literally tearing her apart. When she is on that table she is being killed. 

Only she doesn’t die. Because of the coven.

Zelda asks Hecate to share the pain between them and each one of the witches feels a part of that pain of having their insides ripped apart basically. And the fact doing that not only numbs the pain for Lilith, but also stops her being ripped apart and means she survived a spell that would have certainly killed her, just shows how immensely powerful Hecate is. Hecate is more powerful than all of them, that’s in no doubt, but here is where we physically see it. 

It also shows how Hecate protects all witches. It doesn’t matter that Lilith has spent millennia with the Dark Lord, it doesn’t matter that she was created by the False God; Lilith is a witch and therefore is under Hecate’s protect, and as Adam is also a witch, he is under her protection too. 

I just…Hecate kicks everyone’s ass if she wants to. 

(And this is also part of the reason why in my post-part 4 verses, Lilith is dedicated to Hecate. Not just because of what she did, not just because of saving her life etc, but Hecate is far more powerful. The best defence/protection against threats, such as Lucifer returning, would be to be under Hecate’s domain as the coven is)

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Lilith dealing with another shade of bullshittery (named Caliban).

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Lilith was trapped between her habitual resentment at ever being told what to do, and the surprise at Mazikeen's apparently touching concern. Her eyes briefly flickered between her task and her daughter, weighing the options of the entire situation.

"And if I do decide to...take your advice," she began carefully, still studying Mazikeen with considered curiosity. "What will you do while I'm asleep?"

"Still, you should get some sleep." As much as the have their differences, Maze does care. She also knows her mother's right sleep doesn't effect them, but Lilith going that long without rest, the side effects would start kicking in. "I promise i'll be here when you wake up, please go get some rest." Maze is expecting a rebuttal from her mother because it's what they do, but she can also tell how exhausted she is just by looking the the other woman.