calypso
fairest
Lilith
Lilith was far too shocked to move out of the way of the slap, the sound seeming much louder in such a quiet room. The red around the area began to darken, border-lining on black as she stumbled backwards. Her arms raised up behind her to try and catch the wall, and she just stared in shock at the scene in front of her. With her cheek now swelling from the slap, her head was absolutely spinning. It felt worse than when her mother slapped her. At least when that happened, her mother wasn't wearing a glove. Winters had a leather glove, which just worsened the sting. She didn't even seem to notice the anger Shu was starting to show, her brows knitting together as thoughts pierced themselves into one bad idea. She was angry, she was very angry now. Furious, even. Who was this asshole to slap her across the face, to show her those disgusting images as if she did them?
Stepping forward, she spat on the ground. A moment later, her form began to shift. It was impossibly fast, and the red demoness was soon gone. Instead, another Winters stood there, though without the busted brow and vomit-slicked outfit. Crouching down in front of the real Winters, the voice that arose even matched his to the T. Seems there was something special about Lilith. Demons normally controlled fire, or some form of an offensive power. This, on the other hand, was mostly unheard of. It wasn't an illusion, it was clear to see that much.
"You want me to look like this, huh? No longer Red? My blood is just the same as yours now, but I'm not the one bleeding in a floor of vomit. Disgusting, isn't it? Being stuck in the bottom," she said in a low voice, perfectly mimicking Winters. Her eyes were barely widened, giving off an almost deranged look. Something had snapped in Lilith when he slapped her, when he had showed all those images.
Picking up one of the photos, she shoved it towards his face. "Why did you show me this? I didn't do it! Do you believe me now that I'm the same as you? I'm innocent now."
Lilith was far too shocked to move out of the way of the slap, the sound seeming much louder in such a quiet room. The red around the area began to darken, border-lining on black as she stumbled backwards. Her arms raised up behind her to try and catch the wall, and she just stared in shock at the scene in front of her. With her cheek now swelling from the slap, her head was absolutely spinning. It felt worse than when her mother slapped her. At least when that happened, her mother wasn't wearing a glove. Winters had a leather glove, which just worsened the sting. She didn't even seem to notice the anger Shu was starting to show, her brows knitting together as thoughts pierced themselves into one bad idea. She was angry, she was very angry now. Furious, even. Who was this asshole to slap her across the face, to show her those disgusting images as if she did them?
Stepping forward, she spat on the ground. A moment later, her form began to shift. It was impossibly fast, and the red demoness was soon gone. Instead, another Winters stood there, though without the busted brow and vomit-slicked outfit. Crouching down in front of the real Winters, the voice that arose even matched his to the T. Seems there was something special about Lilith. Demons normally controlled fire, or some form of an offensive power. This, on the other hand, was mostly unheard of. It wasn't an illusion, it was clear to see that much.
"You want me to look like this, huh? No longer Red? My blood is just the same as yours now, but I'm not the one bleeding in a floor of vomit. Disgusting, isn't it? Being stuck in the bottom," she said in a low voice, perfectly mimicking Winters. Her eyes were barely widened, giving off an almost deranged look. Something had snapped in Lilith when he slapped her, when he had showed all those images.
Picking up one of the photos, she shoved it towards his face. "Why did you show me this? I didn't do it! Do you believe me now that I'm the same as you? I'm innocent now."