With the ghouls and Copia distracted, you had successfully made your escape into the opposite hallway.
The hallway was dimly lit with flickering torches on the walls, casting dancing shadows across the dark stone floor. There was no sign of anyone else, leaving you alone in the eerie silence.
The ghouls were focused on keeping an eye on the people around them, none of them noticing when you knelt and slipped into the crowd.
Once you were clear, you began to run, sneaking into the hallway and quietly closing the door behind you.
As you ran down the hallway, you found yourself unconsciously heading towards the library. It was a strange feeling, as if you were being pulled there.
The library doors loomed before you, dark and foreboding. The flickering torches did little to illuminate the dark room.
As you entered the library, you felt a shiver run down your spine. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in through the windows, casting long, eerie shadows across the stacks of dusty tomes and ancient manuscripts.
The feeling that you were not alone prickled at the edge of your consciousness. You could sense a presence in the room, watching and waiting for something.
As you moved deeper into the library, the sight of the blazing fireplace made you jump. The flames danced wildly, casting shadows on the walls and flickering across the dusty spines of the books.
But there was something else that caught your eye.
In the dark corner of the room, just beyond the reach of the fireplace light, you thought you saw a figure sitting in an armchair.
Your heart began to beat faster as you strained your eyes to see the figure more clearly. The shadows were too dense and the figure too far away to make out any features in the dim light.
You took a few slow steps closer, your senses on high alert.
As you took a few steps forward, the figure in the chair suddenly spoke, her voice echoing through the library.
"Finally," Lilith's voice, cold and soft, cut through the silence. "You finally came to me."
As you walked around the chair, your heart pounding in your chest, you finally came face to face with Lilith.She was a vision in the dim light. Her beauty was cold and perfect, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. She sat in the chair, watching you with her red eyes, a smile playing on her lips.
Lilith gestured to the empty chair across from hers."Come, take a seat," she said, her voice soft and velvety."We have much to talk about, my dear."
"We have much to talk about, my dear.
You approached the chair hesitantly, feeling a mixture of fear and intrigue. You tried to maintain a calm facade, but inside your mind was racing with anxiety.
As you sat down across from Lilith, she studied you intently, her red eyes piercingly intense.
"And we don't have much time...soon Copia will notice your absence and come looking for you," she said, a bit annoyed.
Lilith's words hung in the air, and you couldn't help but agree. Copia would soon notice your absence and he would be worried.
"What do you want from me? Why are you following me?" you said, your voice trembling.
Lilith chuckled softly, seemingly amused by your fear. "Oh, darling...I have so much planned for you...," she replied coyly.
She leaned back in her chair and crossed one slender leg over the other. "I've tried to communicate with you so many times...you know, all the nightmares and stuff...but as soon as you were at Copia...I couldn't reach you anymore...so I had to send someone...im sorry for that poor friend of yours....but I had to make myself clear...and look at you...you're here right now! Just like I wanted."
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FanfictionSister Lia. A new member of the unholy Church Emeritus. What is she supposed to do here? She had been happy in her old Convent...but when she meets him, everything changes...