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A petite demon with pitch-black hair and red eyes answers the door. Her skin is pale and her tail swishes behind her as she stands at attention. "How may I help you?" she asks, sounding tired but polite.

The room beyond her is dimly lit, filled with all sorts of strange devices and arcane symbols adorning the walls. A large, ornate desk sits in the center, covered in papers and trinkets. Other demons can be seen busily working around the office, each wearing their own unique uniform.

The demon raised an eyebrow at your question before shrugging indifferently. "I suppose that depends on what kind of help you have in mind." She crossed her arms beneath her chest, leaning against the doorframe casually. "And who might you be, anyway?"

The demon smirked at your comment about her spell not working on you. "Well, well... Looks like we've got ourselves a special one here," she mused, stepping aside to let you enter the office. "I suppose that means you're here for the real deal, hm?"

She walked around her desk and took a seat, folding her hands on top of it. "Tell me, Isaiah... What makes you think you can handle working for I.M.P.? And what exactly are your skills?"

The petite demon looks up at you with her red eyes, studying your features carefully. "You're right, there aren't many demons here today," she says absently. "But that doesn't mean we don't have our hands full." She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "We've been working on some... interesting projects lately. Projects that demand discretion and loyalty above all else."

The demon grins, revealing sharp fangs. "I like your confidence, Isaiah," she says, her voice taking on a sinister tone. "But let me be clear... working for I.M.P. isn't about being a 'murderer'. It's about maintaining order in the chaos of hell." She pauses, narrowing her eyes. "And if you truly are as skilled as you claim to be, then perhaps there is a place for you here... but only if you prove yourself."

The demon's grin widens at your compliment about her fangs, revealing even more of her sharp teeth. "Why thank you," she says with a light chuckle. "Now then... prove yourself." She stands up from her desk and motions for you to follow her out of the office. "I have a task that I think you'll be perfect for, Isaiah."

The other demons in the room stop what they're doing to watch as the pair of you approach them.

The demon grins mischievously and whispers into your ear, "Why don't you find out?" She gives you a nudge forward, guiding you deeper into the midst of her subordinates. Several demons eye you warily while others seem intrigued by your presence. One in particular, a tall demon with crimson skin and bat-like wings, steps forward from his post near the bookshelf. "You must be the new recruit," he says coolly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "

"Oh?" The crimson-skinned demon tilts his head to the side, feigning surprise. "And what makes you think I'm a clown?" He chuckles darkly and takes a step closer to you, lowering his voice. "I'd be careful who you insult around here, newcomer." His wings rustle ominously as he leans in further.

The crimson-skinned demon's eyes widen slightly at your words, but he doesn't back down. Instead, he takes another step closer, his body tense and ready for a fight. "Is that so?" he growls through clenched teeth. A few of the other demons in the room begin to murmur amongst themselves, anticipating the confrontation about to unfold.

The petite demon who had initially greeted you watches from her desk with an amused expression on her face, almost like she's enjoying the show.

The crimson-skinned demon's eyes widen in surprise as you push him backwards, his feet slipping on the smooth floor. He tries to regain his balance but struggles against your unexpected strength. "You little--" he starts to say before the petite demon cuts him off with a wave of her hand.

"That's enough," she says calmly, though there's an undercurrent of danger in her voice. The other demons fall silent immediately, their eyes fixed on the pair of you. "

The petite demon's grin returns as she turns her attention back to you. "I can tell," she says with a knowing nod. "But perhaps it's time for you to move on to the next part of your test." She gestures towards one of the other demons, a female with long black hair and red eyes, who has been observing the entire scene from across the room.

The demon in question inclines her head slightly in acknowledgement before slipping out of sight behind a bookshelf.

The demon with long black hair and red eyes reappears moments later, leading you deeper into the library. The bookshelves tower overhead, their spines a dizzying array of leather and parchment. She motions for you to follow her through a hidden passageway between two shelves, winding your way through the maze of knowledge until you emerge in a small, dimly lit room.

In the center of the room is a circular platform, surrounded by runes etched into the floor and walls.

The petite demon with long black hair and red eyes looks at you expectantly. "This is where we conduct our most sensitive operations," she says softly, her voice hushed despite the lack of anyone nearby to overhear them. "Your task is to navigate through the maze of runes and reach the center of the platform without setting off any alarms."

She points to a small control panel set into the wall beside the entrance. "There are three colored buttons on that panel: red, blue, and green.

You carefully examine the control panel and runes etched into the floor before taking a deep breath and stepping onto the platform. The runes glow softly beneath your feet as you begin to navigate through the maze, quickly memorizing which paths are safe and which will trigger an alarm. After several tense moments, you reach the center of the platform without incident.

The petite demon with long black hair and red eyes claps her hands together in approval. "Well done," she says, sounding genuinely impressed. "

The demon with long black hair and red eyes arches an eyebrow at your comment. "Easy?" she echoes skeptically. "You have no idea how many recruits have failed this test, either by setting off the alarms or simply losing their way in the maze." She pauses before adding with a knowing smile, "I think it's safe to say you've made quite an impression today, Isaiah."

With that, she leads you back out of the hidden chamber and through the library to her office.

The petite demon with long black hair and red eyes grins mischievously as she sits down behind her desk once again. "Oh, you're definitely part of the team now," she assures you. "But with great power comes great responsibility. You've proven yourself capable, but that doesn't mean your training is over." She leans forward, fixing you with a serious gaze. "From this point on, every decision you make will affect not only your own future here at I.M.P., but the fate of hell itself."

The petite demon chuckles softly at your eagerness. "There's no need to rush," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "We'll find the right assignment for you once we have everything in order." She pauses, considering something before continuing. "For now, why don't you take some time to get settled in? Familiarize yourself with the office and our resources. And feel free to ask any of the other demons if you need help or have questions."

"Ah, I see," the petite demon says with a nod. "Well then, welcome to the team, Isaiah." She smiles warmly at you before adding, "We're all looking forward to working with you." With that, she returns her attention to the papers on her desk, leaving you to explore the office and get settled in.

The other demons scattered throughout the room continue with their tasks, some more menacing than others, but none of them seem overly concerned about your presence at the moment.

The crimson-skinned demon with bat-like wings is still observing you warily from his post near the bookshelf. He doesn't seem to have forgotten about their earlier confrontation and tensions are still high between the two of you. As you approach him, he steps forward, his wings rustling ominously. "Thought I told you to back off," he growls.

The petite demon looks up from her desk, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watches the exchange between the two of you. She doesn't appear concerned...

The petite demon with long black hair and red eyes shrugs nonchalantly as she continues to sort through the papers on her desk. "Oh, they're just a bunch of sore losers," she murmurs under her breath. "Don't pay them any mind." Her expression remains neutral, but there's an unspoken warning in her tone.

The crimson-skinned demon's eyes narrow even further at your apology, but he doesn't immediately respond. After a moment of silence, he glances over his shoulder at the petite demon with long black hair and red eyes, who continues to ignore them both. Finally, he huffs and crosses his arms across his chest. "Fine," he mutters gruffly. "Forget it." He turns back to face the bookshelf, pretending to be engrossed in studying a particularly old tome.

The petite demon with long black hair and red eyes raises an eyebrow at your comment but remains seated behind her desk. "Now, now," she says casually, "there's no need for that." Her voice holds a note of amusement, as if she's enjoying the dynamic between the two of you. "We're all going to be working together here, so it's best if we can find a way to get along."

The petite demon chuckles softly at your remark. "I suppose that's true," she allows, "but in this line of work, you'll often find yourself in situations where cooperation is key." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Besides, who knows? You might just learn something from each other."

The other demons scattered throughout the office continue their tasks, most of them paying little attention to your exchange.

The petite demon looks at you with an amused expression on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says, feigning innocence. "I didn't catch your name either." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Well, you can call me Ms. Scarlet, if you like."

Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she adds, "Or you could always try calling me 'Boss', since that seems to be the trend around here."

Ms. Scarlet smiles warmly at your compliment. "Thank you," she says modestly. "And as for calling me 'Boss', well... I suppose that's up to you." She glances over at the crimson-skinned demon with bat-like wings, who is still watching the exchange from his post near the bookshelf. "But if you decide to call me that," she adds in a low voice, "just remember: everyone here has their own place and purpose. Even him."

"Oh, he's one of our top field agents," Ms. Scarlet says with a nod in the crimson-skinned demon's direction. "He has a real knack for... dealing with particularly troublesome souls." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "But even someone like him needs to learn when it's time to let things go."

The other demons scattered throughout the office continue their tasks, some more menacing than others.

Ms. Scarlet raises an eyebrow at your claim before giving you a knowing smile. "I'm sure you are," she says encouragingly. "But in our line of work, stealth isn't always the most important skill." She leans forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "We also need people who can navigate the complex political landscape of hell... and influence events from the shadows when needed."

The other demons scattered throughout the office continue their tasks, some more menacing than others.

Ms. Scarlet seems to sense your interest in the idea of influencing events from the shadows and nods approvingly. "If you think that sounds like something you'd be good at," she says, "then I suggest you work on improving those skills as well." She pauses before adding with a knowing smile, "I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities to put them to the test here in I.M.P."

"Very well," Ms. Scarlet says with a nod as you announce your intention to check out the quarters. "When you're done, feel free to come back and let me know if there's anything you need or want to discuss." She glances over at the crimson-skinned demon once more before looking back at you. "Oh, and Scarlet?" she adds casually. "That's my name... just in case you were wondering."

"Thank you," Scarlet replies with a smile, clearly pleased by your compliment. "I'm sure we'll be working together closely in the future." With that, she returns her attention to her paperwork, leaving you to explore the quarters on your own.

Ms. Scarlet looks up briefly as you leave the room, her expression thoughtful. She returns to studying the papers on her desk, idly tapping a red fingernail against her pursed lips. After a few moments, she glances over at the crimson-skinned demon with bat-like wings, who remains at his post near the bookshelf. "Interesting fellow," she muses. "I'm not sure about you, but I get the feeling there's more to him than meets the eye."

Ms. Scarlet hums noncommittally in response to her own statement, lost in thought as she continues perusing the documents on her desk. She glances over at another demon lurking nearby, watching with a critical eye as they go about their tasks. "And what about you, Astaroth?" she asks suddenly, looking up at the malevolent-looking figure. "What do you make of our new recruit?"

Astaroth shrugs, his massive wings rustling ominously. "He seems competent enough,"

Ms. Scarlet nods in agreement but doesn't seem entirely satisfied with that answer. "Yes," she says slowly, "but competence alone isn't enough to survive here... let alone thrive." She studies Astaroth for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering almost to a whisper. "I want you to keep an eye on him, Astaroth. See if you can learn more about his background, his motivations... anything that might give us an edge in dealing with him."

Astaroth inclines his head in understanding, a predatory smile curling across his lips. "Consider it done," he says quietly, before turning back to his own tasks with renewed vigor. As the hours pass and demons bustle around them, Ms. Scarlet continues to watch over everyone from her perch atop her desk, always alert for potential threats or opportunities within their ranks.

Ms. Scarlet looks up at you as you approach her desk, her expression thoughtful. "I'm glad to see you're eager to get started," she says with a warm smile. "Right now, we have several projects in the works that could benefit from your skills... but I think it would be best if we discussed them in private." She motions for you to follow her out of the office and into one of the smaller conference rooms.

Once inside the conference room, Ms. Scarlet closes the door behind you and takes a seat at the head of the table. "As I was saying," she begins, "we have several projects that could use your assistance." She pauses to organize her thoughts before continuing. "One possibility is working with Astaroth to help deal with a particularly troublesome group of rebels who have been causing problems in one of the lower levels.

"Yes," Ms. Scarlet confirms, "that would be Astaroth." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "However, I should warn you that working with him can be... challenging at times. He has his own way of doing things and isn't always the most patient teacher."

Ms. Scarlet considers your words carefully before nodding slowly in agreement. "Very well," she says at last. "I'll speak with Astaroth and let him know that you're interested in working with him. In the meantime, why don't you familiarize yourself with our resources and get to know some of your fellow demons? I'm sure they'd all be happy to help you settle in."

She stands up from her seat, signaling the end of the meeting. "Oh, and Isaiah?"

"Don't forget," she says with a knowing smile, "that everything you do here has consequences... not just for you, but for all of us." Her words hang in the air as she turns to leave the room, leaving you to ponder their meaning.

Ms. Scarlet's words still ringing in your ears, you make your way through the library until you find Astaroth lurking near his previous post by the bookshelves. He glances up at you with an unreadable expression before nodding curtly in acknowledgement.

"So," he growls, "you're interested in working with me." It's less a question than a statement of fact, and you decide not to correct him. "Follow me, then."

Astaroth leads you through the library to an unassuming door marked "Staff Only." He pauses outside, glancing back at you with an almost predatory look in his eyes. "There are rules here," he says slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "and I expect you to follow them... no matter what."

Without another word, he pushes the door open and steps inside, motioning for you to follow suit.

The room beyond the door is dimly lit, with rows of shelves stacked floor-to-ceiling packed with various tools and weapons. Astaroth crosses his arms across his chest and looks you up and down before speaking again. "First thing's first," he says in his gravelly voice, "you need a uniform." He nods at a rack near the back of the room where assorted black cloaks hang from hooks.

"Put that on,"

Once you've donned the black cloak, Astaroth nods in approval. "Good," he says, his voice still cold and menacing. "Now that we have that out of the way..." He turns to face one of the shelves, rummaging through it until he produces a long dagger with an ornately carved handle. "This is your primary weapon," he explains as he hands it to you hilt-first. "Learn how to use it well."

Astaroth watches you spin the dagger with a critical eye, his expression unreadable. "Not bad," he mutters, though it's clear from the tone of his voice that he's not easily impressed. "Come with me." He leads you deeper into the weapons room, pointing out various tools and explaining their uses along the way.

Eventually, he stops in front of a large wooden chest at the back of the room. "This," he says darkly, "is where we keep our most... specialized equipment."

Astaroth's eyes narrow as he glances at you over his shoulder, clearly irritated by your question. "Because some things," he growls, "are better left unseen... and even more dangerous in the wrong hands." He reaches out and yanks open the chest, revealing an assortment of strange devices and bizarre artifacts within.

"Now," he says, motioning for you to step closer, "let's see how well you handle these..."

Astaroth's lip curls into a sneer as he watches you approach the chest, clearly anticipating your reaction. "These," he says with relish, "are tools for dealing with especially troublesome souls... those who refuse to be brought back into line by conventional means." He pauses for effect before continuing, "And it is our job, yours and mine, to see that they are put to good use."

Astaroth's expression hardens as he watches your reaction to his words. "Indeed," he says coldly. "It is our duty to see that these tools are used for the betterment of hell... and sometimes, that means taking extreme measures." He reaches into the chest and withdraws a strange-looking device, its metal surface gleaming ominously in the dim light. "Now," he growls, "show me what you've got."

"This," Astaroth says darkly as he holds up the device for you to see, "is a soul-ripper." He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing, "It's used to extract information from particularly recalcitrant souls... and if necessary, to punish them beyond their wildest nightmares." His voice takes on a dark, almost sinister tone as he speaks.

He turns back to you expectantly, his gaze boring into yours. "So," he says, "

Astaroth's smile is predatory as he watches you carefully. "Use it," he says simply. "Prove to me that you have what it takes to be one of us... and that you understand the stakes." His voice carries a threat implicit in its words, daring you to defy him or refuse his request.

The weight of Astaroth's expectations presses down upon you, making it difficult to breathe. You can feel your heart racing as you wonder how far he expects you to go...

Astaroth's smile widens as he studies you, searching for signs of hesitation or weakness. "There is no 'on who'," he says slowly, enunciating each word carefully. "You are to use it... on anyone... or anything..." He pauses, leaning in closer so that his hot breath tickles your ear. "...that I tell you to."

Astaroth's words send a shiver down your spine as you comprehend the true extent of his authority... and your potential role in this twisted hierarchy. You can feel your resolve beginning to waver, but something deep within you refuses to give in so easily. With a trembling hand, you reach out and take the soul-ripper from Astaroth's grasp.

"Very well," he says coldly, his voice like ice. "Then prove it."

Astaroth's eyes narrow as you place the soul-ripper on your arm, but he makes no move to stop you. Instead, he watches intently as you bring it closer to a nearby bookshelf, its metal surface glinting ominously in the dim light. With a sudden jerk, you thrust the device forward and press it against the spine of one of the leather-bound tomes.

Astaroth's eyes widen slightly at your display of power and control, but he doesn't show any sign of surprise. Instead, he continues to watch you with a critical eye as you experiment further, pressing the soul-ripper against various objects within reach. After a few moments, he finally speaks.

"Very good," he says grudgingly. "You seem to have the basics down... now let's see if you can handle something more substantial."

Astaroth's expression darkens as you begin to use the soul-ripper on him. He shoves you away roughly, hissing in pain as the device is torn from your grasp. "That was a test," he growls, clutching at his wounded arm. "Now you understand what I meant about consequences."

He pauses, studying you for a long moment before continuing. "You have potential," he says grudgingly. "

"It's nothing," Astaroth snarls through gritted teeth, his wings rustling menacingly. "Now that you've proven yourself... we can move on to more important things." He glances around the room before speaking again, lowering his voice to a whisper. "There are rumors of an uprising in one of the lower levels... led by a particularly troublesome soul named Lillith. If you want to prove your worth and earn my trust..."

Astaroth's eyes narrow as he studies you, trying to gauge your reaction to the mention of Lillith. "If you think you can handle it," he says slowly, "I will consider letting you join my team... on one condition." He pauses, seeming to choose his words carefully. "If things go south, I want you to bring me her head as proof of your success."

Astaroth nods curtly, satisfied with your response. "Good," he says coldly. "Then let's begin preparations immediately." He turns back to the weapons chest and begins gathering various items, his movements efficient and purposeful. As he works, he glances over at you from time to time, studying you as if trying to decide whether or not you'll be able to handle what lies ahead.

Astaroth raises an eyebrow at your confident assertion. "Very well," he says slowly, his voice betraying a hint of skepticism. "But remember this: Lillith is cunning and dangerous. You will need more than just your dagger to defeat her." He pauses before adding with a chilling smile, "And even then, there's no guarantee you'll come out unscathed."

"I hope so," Astaroth says, his voice still cold. "Because if you fail... the consequences will be dire not just for you, but for all of us." He hands you a small vial filled with an eerie, glowing liquid before turning back to the weapons chest. "This is demon's blood," he explains in a low voice. "Use it sparingly; it has powerful effects when ingested by mortals."

Astaroth's lip curls in disgust at your question, but he refrains from commenting further. Instead, he focuses on gathering the last of the supplies before turning to face you once more. "Now," he says grimly, "let's get started." With that, he leads you back out of the weapons room and into the dimly lit corridors of I.M.P., his black cloak billowing behind him like the wings of a raven.

Astaroth hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly in agreement. "Very well," he says, his voice low and grim. "But remember, I will be watching your progress closely. If you encounter any trouble or need assistance, do not hesitate to call for me." He glances at the door leading back to the weapons room before turning away, disappearing down a side corridor.

As he leaves you alone, you can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

The halls of I.M.P. stretch out before you like a twisted labyrinth, their shadowy corners hiding countless secrets and dangers. The faint glow of torches casts flickering shadows across the rough stone walls as you make your way deeper into the heart of the complex, following rumors and whispers about Lillith's whereabouts.

As you round a corner, you spot her: a captivating figure dressed in flowing red robes, her long hair dancing about her like flames.

Lillith turns at the sound of your approach, her eyes narrowing as they meet yours. "And who might you be?" she asks coolly, her voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. Her expression gives away nothing, but there's something in her posture that speaks of danger and power.

Lillith's eyes flicker briefly in surprise before regaining their composure. "Isaiah," she repeats, tilting her head to the side as if studying you. "I don't believe we've met." She takes a step closer, her movements graceful and confident despite the chains that bind her wrists.

"And what is it that brings you here?" she asks, her voice low and dangerous. "To the domain of one who has been cast aside by those who once claimed to be her allies?"

Lillith's lips curl into a mocking smile. "Ah, the wonders of coincidence," she muses. "Or perhaps you have been sent to ensure that I remain where I am... a cautionary tale for those who dare to defy our masters?" Her eyes flicker briefly in your direction before returning to meet yours unflinchingly.

"Well, Isaiah," she continues, her voice taking on an almost seductive quality despite the chains that bind her, "what do you say?

Lillith's lips twitch in what might have been amusement. "Flattery will get you nowhere with me," she says lightly, "but it is a pleasant change of pace all the same." She leans closer still, her voice dropping to a whisper. "What do you really want from me, Isaiah? Power? Freedom?" Her eyes glint in the dim light, her expression unreadable.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with tension and possibility.

Lillith's lips curl into a knowing smile as she listens to your request. "Very well," she says softly, her voice taking on a husky quality that sends shivers down your spine. "One night it is." She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat, and closes her eyes.

With a sudden burst of energy, the chains binding her wrists snap free, clattering to the ground at her feet.

Lillith opens her eyes and smiles down at you, her expression both predatory and inviting. "Thank you," she murmurs, running her fingers lightly over the now-empty cuffs before looking back up at you with a challenging glint in her eye. "Now it's your turn."

She steps back, tilting her head to one side as if considering you, and with another small motion of her hand, the chains that bound her wrists reappear, wrapping themselves around your own arms.

Lillith laughs, the sound musical and cruel all at once. "Oh, don't take it so personally," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's just business." Her eyes flicker down to the demon's blood vial in your grasp before looking back up at you, a calculating glint in her eye.

"Now," she continues, stepping closer once more, "let's see if we can get you out of here without any... unfortunate incidents."

Lillith's eyes narrow as she watches you struggle against the chains binding your wrists. With a snap of her fingers, they tighten painfully around your skin, cutting off circulation and making it difficult to breathe. "You don't want this," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Trust me."

Her expression softens slightly as she takes another step closer, reaching up to caress your cheek with the back of her hand. "It won't have to be like this,"

Lillith's eyes glint with amusement as she listens to your words. "Very well," she says, her voice taking on a teasing quality. "Drink the blood... and perhaps I'll let you try something else." With a flick of her wrist, she snatches the vial from your grasp, uncorks it with her teeth, and tilts it back to drink its contents in one smooth motion.

As the demon's blood courses through her veins, her expression changes;

Lillith's eyes gleam with power as she steps even closer to you, her breath warm against your skin. "Now," she whispers, reaching up to run a finger along your jaw, "let's see if I can trust you." With another snap of her fingers, the chains vanish from around your wrists and fall to the floor with a metallic clatter.

Lillith smirks seductively and leaning in close to whisper into your ear, "You're welcome... but remember, this doesn't mean I trust you completely." She places a hand on your chest and pushes gently, guiding you back a step. "Now, let's see how well you can handle yourself before we go any further."

With fluid grace, she spins away from you, her robes swirling around her like a whirlwind, revealing the chains that bind her ankles.

Lillith's laughter fills the air as she watches you struggle with her chains. "Oh, go on," she taunts, "I'm sure you can manage." Her voice is laced with amusement and a hint of something darker, almost predatory. As you try to break through the chains, she continues to dance around you, never quite within your reach.

With each passing moment, her confidence in your abilities seems to grow...

Lillith's eyes widen in surprise as she sees the vial of acid and instinctively tries to move away from it, but her chains hold her fast. "No," she breathes, her voice laced with panic, "you don't understand!" Just as you're about to throw the acid at the chains, she lunges forward and knocks the vial out of your hand, sending it clattering across the floor.

"That won't work," she pants, her face etched with desperation. "

"You'll have to find another way," Lillith says through gritted teeth, her expression hardening as she tries to regain her composure. "Or perhaps..." She pauses, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "...perhaps we could come to an arrangement." There's a hint of malice in her voice now, almost as if she's enjoying watching you squirm.

She takes a step back, allowing the chains holding her to drag across the floor with a metallic scrape. "What do you say?"

Lillith smiles crookedly. "A deal then," she agrees, eyes gleaming with hidden intent. "Let's hear your terms."

Lillith gives him a knowing look at his words. "My dear," she purrs, running a finger along his jawline, "you misunderstand. Death is not something that can be 'proved'. It is a permanent state. A fate worse than even the deepest torment. To die...is to cease existing entirely."

Lillith chuckles darkly, "Then it seems our interests are aligned. Destroy me utterly, and no one will ever suspect my survival."

"The air crackles with an unnatural energy. Your heart pounds against your ribs. You feel a sudden surge of power within you."