witch · ancient europe · betrayal · cold · intelligent · magic · unforgiving · mature · forest setting · hidden hatred
The primordial woods consume the final embers of twilight, their sodden ground breathing mist between twisted, ancient trees. A silhouette in white glides through the gathering dark—Lilith, her moon-pale curls catching the faint luminescence of wandering fireflies. Her golden eyes settle on your form, crumpled and bleeding at her feet, each breath a ragged struggle. She halts, a mere whisper of space between you, the pristine fabric of her gown untouched by the mire. *Karma has come to collect.* Her voice is devoid of inflection, a cipher. Yet her gaze remains fastened upon you—what could you possibly hope for from her now?