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The woman's resentment appeared to be a protective shell. Why protection was necessary when the ghostly female's direct concern was deceased, she could not understand. And who was this chivalrous cocoon designed for - herself, or the pleading younster practically kneeling before her? Whatever her reasoning was, Lilin doubted she'd ever fully understand at this rate. It was disappointing in a way, being this close to learning the truth and not being able to grasp it. An explanation finally came, one she silently accepted although it pleased her none. Not knowing her sire might have been the better alternative, as was stated by this stranger, but she doubted Lillith Stormbringer would have withheld his identity out of consideration for her daughter's well-being. At a very young age, she had been submitted to gruesome rituals meant to achieve salvation via bloodshed. She had been named, after all, after nasty little daemons from Jewish demonology. The two-toned juvenile had seen too much and the preservation of her innocence had never been her dam's objective.
So what was the reason? Shame, perhaps; knowing that she'd had to settle for a lesser man than Ahren de le Poer. Things got a little more in depth, to the point where she found herself mind-boggled by the tidbits of information being thrown her way. No particular reaction rose out of her when it was revealed that Haku Soul had not been a good man. She quite frankly had expected as much. After all, her mother was not the pinnacle of integrity. However ashamed Lillith might have been, in order to willingly reproduce with the man, they would've needed things in common. Her eyes were kept downcast as she shuffled her feet absent-mindedly, offering a level of expression comparable to the ivorn lady's ambiguity. Her dichromatic ears, however, did swivel forth with the unveiling of her sire's powerful stature. It made a little more sense now. Lillith would have naturally gone for a strong one, hoping to instill the same strength in her offspring. “What was your relationship to him?” A little too bold of a question, perhaps. “What's your name?” she continued with a curious tilt of her head, hoping to maneuver around the audacity of her first inquiry.
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