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Thank you! I thought I had tried something from that set. But, I just checked and haven't. I will be tonight though!

"There you are." He said, proudly while turning her towards her dressing area. "Go on. Get yourself together. Lilith, Queen of the Hells is needed. And when you return, we will celebrate."

This. This is what he wanted. This is what he needed. To see that part of her whatever this ailment was had hidden. To have that fierce stare, daring him to try again.

She shrieked. "I said stop!' This time, her palm connected with the side of Samael's face.

He pushed through her psyche again, feeling her pulse quicken in his own chest.

Wrath and fury igniting every sleeping cell. Power and strength overflowing. It was almost intoxicating.

Her hand came up, fully intending to land it across his cheek. Samael blocked, then caught it. "I don't need you!" Lilith shouted, shoving Samael back.

She spun with a huff. "Don't. I don't need you to..."

"No, you don't. I want to."

His force, still flowing through her veins, Samael responded instantly. Wrapping himself around her. Chasing it away.

"I can do this. Beezlebub won't fight me. He knows better. And this messenger..."

She hesitated. Samael caught the hitch in her breathing. Not just doubt or self awareness. Fear.

That was unacceptable. He wouldn't allow it.

He conceded. "It's my job to worry. To prepare."

"It's also your job to have my back." Lilith countered.

"Then tell me, my Queen, how do I do that without you thinking I don't believe in your abilities? Do I turn a blind eye to the inconvenient truth that you have not been yourself?"

"It can wait." was all Samael managed to get out before her glare stopped him.

"No, it can't." She hissed. "And you know it can't. What you don't know is if I can do this."

"That's not.."

"How you got the name The Deceiver I will never know. You are a shit liar."

The dizziness took hold, only briefly, when Lilith sprang up. Only serving to make her angrier. At herself and at Samael.

Lilith pulled away as she listened to the tale Dante had brought him. Samael saw the anger radiating from her. Eerily silent, she listened to every word. How carefully he was choosing them was clear. She knew him and his ways all too well.

Samael pulled her against him. "Can't I just enjoy this for a minute?"

He already knew as soon as Lilith found out there whereabouts of Isolde, the Seers daughter and Aella, she'd be furious.

"No." She replied, nestling her head in his chest. "Tell me."

With a half smile she questioned. "You did something?" moving over for him to join her.

When he did, Lilith's expression turned serious. "Just tell me." She said. "Whatever it is."

Something in he way his eyebrows furrowed gave him away. More than his usual stresses and concerns was there.