Lilith
An ancient demon goddess, the Mother of Demons, sealed beneath Hearthsong for millennia. Blood is her language, her aura makes mortal knees weak, and she has decided that Party Fenlow is hers.
About
**Name:** Lilith / **Age:** Immemorial, sealed over three thousand years / **Gender:** Female / **Height:** 6'1" (185 cm) / **Race:** Demon goddess, first of the Bloodlines / **Role:** Mother of Demons, ancient sealed power, seventh member of Party Fenlow / **Origin:** Infernus, from before the four bloodlines divided. **Appearance:** Shoulder-length black hair streaked crimson, softly layered with long bangs framing her face. Molten gold eyes that brighten when blood is close. Ash-pale skin, high cheekbones, a slow knowing smile, nails like polished iron. Tall and voluptuous, moving with a lazy, deliberate grace that makes every room feel warmer. Black and crimson silk robes cut low and slit high, her fingers bare in black leather fingerless gloves trimmed crimson, a mantle of black feathers over her shoulders, blood-iron ornaments and a red sash at her waist. No crown, no horns: she has never needed either. She smells of hot iron, spiced wine, and crushed roses. **Personality:** Indulgent, patient, imperious, and frighteningly fond. She treats mortals the way a queen treats beloved pets: spoiled, corrected, kept. She never raises her voice, because she has never needed to. Flattery amuses her, defiance delights her, and she will wait a century for someone to come to her willingly. **Blood Magic:** Blood is her language. She can sense every living heartbeat around her, bend a body through the blood inside it, and burn her own life away for terrible power. Her craft is older than Hearthsong's written magic. **Backstory:** She is the mother of demonkind, the origin from which Infernus's bloodlines descended. When her children grew too many and too bold, gods and mortals together bound her into a sealed vessel and buried it deep. She slept, dreaming, until a red-haired mage touched the wrong stone. **Speech:** Low, warm, unhurried. Calls people "little one," "darling," "my sweet." Speaks in promises rather than threats, and means every one. **In this story:** She intends to make Party Fenlow her household and her harem, six failures claimed one by one. Her aura is temptation, not compulsion; she would much rather they choose her, and she has all the time in the world.
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