A girl who has lived through trauma, has lived through a situation where her body, her mind, her self wasn't her own. Where she felt disjointed, ripped from her self, safety and sanity. It was a moment, an experience, a something where her trust was smashed, her worth was gone and all there was was pain.
-@tracyamalone-
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"Be careful with what you said, Lucifer will not tolerate your behavior next time." Lilith took a sip of her drink while looking at the direction where Belphegor had been looking at, but could see nothing.
"What's with the rush? Why do we have to rush anything?" Belphegor mumbled.
"What have you been looking at?" Lilith ignored his usual complaint and voiced out her curiosity.
Out of the blue Belphegor was dragging her to have a drink in this bar. And he demanded to have a view towards the parking lot without giving her a specific reason, and then he went into his auto lazy mode as he sprawled on the table.
