He pulled back the curtains and motioned outside. We were the sole travelers on a narrow road deep in the moors- beyond was a moonlit scene that belonged in Wuthering Heights. Copses of gnarled trees lined us, blocking the view of a far tower in the distance that rose like an obelisk into the sky. It shone silver in the night.
"That is Lilith's Needle, where tribunals are held. If I am Hell's severity, she is its mercy. She deals with crimes of the underworlders while I judge the actions of the damned."
I shifted, uncomfortable at the possibility of damnation existing. "Isn't everyone here damned?"
"The humans are, but the underworlders, undeceased and sometimes immortal, can move between the planes of death and life with ease. They fall beyond the bounds of human law. Lilith is perhaps the first fey- not human, not angel, somewhere in between. That is why she holds dominion over them."
