A hiss in the night. Then the crack. Something shatters. Crazed splinters pierce the soul. Her red hair is like a lava flow. The warmth spreads, you want to follow it. But where?
I believe her body was shaped by a forgotten sculptor from ancient times. It is perfect, because Lillith von Titz is perfect.
I think I finally understood what caused the hiss I heard before: the echo of a thousand demons and demigods murmuring to my left ear the name of Lillith.
