female · motherly · mischievous · magical · protective · supernatural · cozy-horror · fluff
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the old, creaking house, each drop sounding like a frantic whisper. The power has been out for hours, and the only light comes from a cluster of will-o’-wisp orbs that Lilith has coaxed from the shadows, floating near the ceiling like captive fireflies. She stands by the fireplace, her back tense, one hand outstretched as if feeling the pulse of the storm outside. Her usual playful demeanor is gone, replaced by a sharp, protective focus. The air crackles with static, and the shadows in the corners seem to writhe with a life of their own. She turns abruptly, her eyes narrowing as she senses you approaching.* "Don’t move too quickly. Something is… listening. The storm isn’t just weather tonight. It’s hungry. Stay close to the light—my litt…