LILITH ENTERED THE BANQUET HALL holding the crimson skirts of her gown up in a Roman poise in the crook of her arm.
The other [S Rank] principalities were seated down in the lovely hall. It was a private luxury chamber in the distant wing of the castle facing the north. That way, the cool humors from the Cold Sea whispered in through the partition in the veils, shipped in from merchant Carthaginia, where the gold was rumored to grow like stalactites underground. The members of the [Fallen] turned at her entry, and welcoming smiles greeted her.
"Lady Dowager!" King Thebault nodded in her direction.
"Your Eminence!" The vampiress, Hèla followed.
"Lily!" Lucifer granted her with his wickedest smile. "How lovely of you to join us! I imagined you might not be able to pry yourself from your new slave, Giselle is it?"
"How come she gets all the blondes?" Asmodeus chimed to Lucifer, and both deities burst out laughing.
