Psssh!
Blood spurted from the neck where the Goblin Guard's used to be. By the iron gates of the chained pregnant women was a tiny daemon that looked as ethereal as she was vicious.
"There are only two of you—and she passed out."
A sigh came from Lilith. This was the third time this happened, and this was the third cell she visited, 'I look cute though.' Lilith didn't see herself as intimidating in the slightest.
Yes she grew up, but it was not by much. She was still as lovely as before, arguably even more. She had fair skin and rosy cheeks. Her eyes weren't intimidating in the slightest, they were instead mesmerizing, "Hmm I wonder why are there people afraid of my cute self?"
