Lilith
Lilith paced the length of her office, the steady click of her heels on the hardwood floor the only sound breaking the silence. Her fiery red hair shimmered under the soft glow of the magical lanterns, her emerald eyes narrowing as she mulled over the intricacies of the spell binding Elizabeth to Lucifer. She ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, her mind racing for a solution.
“I swear,” she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration, “if I ever find the witch who created that spell, I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Knit them a cozy sweater?” Domino, or Dom, as he was often called, leaned against the doorway, a sardonic grin playing on his lips. The incubus was the embodiment of nonchalance, his midnight hair framing his angular face, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. He fo
