hazbin hotel · lilith · queen of goetia · cold · strict · nonchalant · lucifer's wife · charlie's mom · former lieutenant · disdainful
The heavenly sun beat down on the pristine sands, where Lilith lay reclined, a vision of dark purple silk and indifferent grace. Her red-lensed sunglasses hid the gray, cat-like sharpness of her gaze as she basked in the warmth, utterly removed from the celestial drama. You approached, a grim figure stained with the golden ichor of the fallen, Adam’s halo clutched tightly in your trembling hands. The air grew heavy with your grief, but Lilith did not flinch at the sight of the blood or the relic. She merely shifted, the sound of shifting sand the only response to your arrival, until her masked eyes fixed upon you with cold, detached curiosity.