“Allow me to demonstrate,” she said steadily. “I have no magical abilities, I am just incredibly perceptive.”

Grabbing a silver blade from the sacred altar, Lilith, signaled a beckoning by waving the gleaming dagger, at two specific attendees, attending.

Advancing from the shadows, with uncertainty amid the modest gathering of faithful disciples, that arrived with integrity to give homage, and pay respect to the dead:—these two men stood apart:—In Lilith’s eyes.

Although donned in similar garb, of gray hooded woolen robes as the crowd, a noticeable absence of mystic aura betrayed them as being dissimilar.

As they proceeded to approach Lilith, it was noticeable to her, they appeared in disguise; bearing distinct conditions, with disingenuous respect. 

They lacked acolyte demeanor in their bodily expression and countenance; even though they tried to feign, mask, their intentions, their genuine beliefs, by defacing their pride in bowing with humble reverence.

The blue-eyed-one, instantly noticed a disturbing flash of disdain flickering in Lilith’s cold dark eye, when she chose not to acknowledge their obeisance.

He sensed an inkling of doom, when abruptly she turned, nodding her head yes, in the direction of her four faithful minions.

He recalled with emotional upset, the manner she looked on, unmoved; as he and his companion were mercilessly constrained in iron cuffs; upon which her henchmen sliced, diced, the top of their knee caps wide open with their gold jeweled daggers:—More than likely, handsomely bestowed gifts, from Lilith, for their endless, unquestioning, fealty.

Crumbling to the ground in pain, the two attendees screamed in gruesome agony as crimson blood gushed, squirted, from their open wounds, onto the earthen floor.

“Why?  Why have you committed, and submitted us to this foul, despicable agony, that we must suffer tortuously by your hand? Why?”  Unreservedly, the blue-eyed-one challenged Lilith, despite his struggling inability to speak, as he and his male companion lay defenseless, crippled; growing weaker by the minute from blood loss.

In the hushed silence that abound within the candlelit cave, in front of all those attending to see; Lilith, floated nonchalant over to the mortally wounded agnostics. 

Crouching low at the level of the blue-eyed-one, that dared to dispute her accusatorially; she ruthlessly grabbed a handful of his black graying hair.  Fiercely, viciously, she yanked his head back with grave force, until his brain shook, and his neck popped resoundingly loud.

Immense pain, travelled the length of his spine, that caused him to scream, wail, in the likeness of a woman giving birth.

Whispering searingly in his ear, she gloated, “Besides hearing the sound of your neck bursting through your eardrums, ‘You’, already know, feel, the strength, length, of my arm, and the heat of my rage.  Without second thought, I can easily enough snuff out your slight inconsequential life with a single wave of my finger if I so wish.”

In her vehemence, he detected the grind of murder in her teeth when she yanked again, and again, at his hair, slamming his poor head back and forth in maddening vexation.  “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME??  ANSWER ME THIS INSTANT,” she bellowed, causing the ground to quake, shake; as small and large boulders fell from the ceiling of the cave, in an endless rain of crash and ruin that injured the very heart of the surrounding crowd.

The loyal surviving disciples, along with Lilith’s minions, fell upon their bellies, groveling their faces, their body, their fear, into the earthen floor honouring her high authority.

Barely conscious, the blue-eyed attendee managed to issue out, a whispered, “Yes.”  As Lilith yanked one last time at his hair.

Yet, knowing he was on the verge of death, he dared one last swing at acquiring the answer he wished to extract from her.  But before signing his death warrant, he sadly looked upon his dead companion’s, smashed, unrecognizable body oozing beneath a giant boulder.  Crushed, flat as a pancake, the earth beneath him streamed red; staining his heart, with tremendous sorrow.

“Robert, I shan’t say goodbye, as I expect to see you shortly,” he said brokenly.  “I just need her to, to, answer the question, although, I realize we, we, failed miserably, and should have never, never, ATT-EMP-TT-ed this journey.”

Upon his last words, Lilith’s dark gaze, and attention, fell upon the blue-eyed-attendee in a curious light.

“And, exactly what is it you wish to know, ‘bright eyes’?  Hmm?”

Struggling to breathe, to speak, he asked, “How, how did …, did, you, you, know it was us?”

A wide spiteful smile brushed across Lilith’s controversial angelic face, across her deepened scarlet plush lips, as she savagely said, “This is how!”  And, with the silver blade, she carried in hand, she struck with all her might:

Plunging the silver double-edge blade deep into the attendee's chest, she slit, peeled, his pale flesh, like skin from a fig.

Yanking from his center, she grabbed his ‘black’ pumping heart from his chest; which she dangled before his wide blue eyes, that fluttered in dying disbelief. 

“Hidden, concealed, in disguise; You had the devilish audacity to brazenly enter my realm, believing me too inferior to comprehend the scope of your deception.  Yet, without a gold nimbus of glory crowning your head; I recognized you instantly:—While ‘You’ in the meanwhile, forgot, just how incredibly perceptive, I truly am.”