"You are going to need more than that"
With a confident stride, a woman stepped forward from the shadows, her presence commanding attention. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, bore into Lilith as she addressed him with a voice that brooked no argument.
"You're going to need more than that," she declared, her tone laced with authority.
As she spoke, a crackling energy surrounded her, illuminating her form with a radiant glow. Her stance was poised, exuding an air of undeniable power and determination.
Lilith regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and caution, recognizing the strength and conviction in her demeanor. It was clear that she was not to be underestimated.
"Who the hell are you?" Lilith demanded, her eyebrows raised in defiance. Despite the sense of dread emanating from the newcomer, she refused to show any sign of fear. After all, as the wife of Lucifer – the first one, to be exact – she doubted anyone would dare to lay a hand on her.
