The mirror stood there, in the dead forest, just beckoning for those who walked the grounds of the woods to gaze upon it. Almost demanding them to.

The forest was silent, only the sound of Lilith’s ragged breathes being present. She dragged her bare feet towards the mirror, not caring the thrones that pricked her of the blood that was already splattered on her dress. The blood moon was alight, its certain position in the sky made it seem as though it would explode at any given moment.

Yet, all of this seemed not to faze the young Lilith. It felt as though she had been walking for days, desperately trying to forget the location of the mirror even as it pulled her towards it. Then as she neared her destination a demonic smile appeared on her face.

She looked at her reflection for a few moments before whispering the sacred words. She raised both palms to be flush against the mirror.

Then she looked directly into the red eyes before her as she heard him speak.

“I want you to kill another.”