"You look nervous," Lilith said, smiling. "Don't be. We're not all monsters, you know."
"So you haven't killed people for any reason?" Syris asked.
Lilith's smile deepened, her eyes glinting mischievously. She lifted her chalice, the scarlet liquid inside shimmering in the candlelight took a sip, and allowed the silence to answer, her gaze fixed on Syris.
Arsene took that moment to say, "I like the castle. It's not every day I get to visit someone else's home."
"I find that hard to believe," said Syris. "You're a Monarch of Hell. Can't you do what you want?"
"I haven't the need to visit people. If anything. I'm the one entertaining guests within my Halls."
"If you visited more often, you'd have seen the 'luxury' I'd prepared for you," Lilith mused, glancing at her husband with a cheeky grin.
