Chapter Twenty-Five
The image shows up, and I realize the world isn’t doomed.
I am, though.
The screen is showing Lilith. She’s floating a few feet above the ground, the way I’ve learned to do.
“My name is Lilith. The one who revealed herself to you earlier is my daughter, Sasha,” my mother says into the camera, and the Cognizant around me turn from the screen to stare at me, their expressions darkening.
“I am a goddess of blood and luck,” Lilith goes on. “And I will prove this for your viewing pleasure.”
Her eyes turn mirror-like, and she casts her gaze onto the people in the first row of the studio audience.
Having gotten their attention, she says, “Come. I will drink your blood.”
The spectators begin to get up, one by one, and walk onto the stage.
When the first man gets there,
