Sublime

Lilith considered this, nodding slowly. “I am not afraid,” she said. Vale grabbed her hand, as if trying to drag her back to her seat. “Lilith—” he grumbled. But despite her fractured Obitraen, Lilith’s tone was final, her stare not breaking from Raihn’s. “If it is what the House of Night needs,” she said, “then we will do it. That is it.”

She had long, red hair and dark eyes. She fought with two blades in her hands. The wind swirled over her, the soil moved at her touch, the rain burst from the sky at her command. And upon her blade, fire danced.

“What is your name?” he said. “In case I need to verify your credentials.” “Lilith.” “Lilith…?” “Just Lilith. You gave me one name, so that’s what I’ll give you, too.”