((Your blade shone a brilliant hue as the armor that contained you rattled, your steps echoing throughout the dark and muted colors of the castle that contained your target. Your journey here was perilous, infuriating even; you cursed your own inability for some of the things you had to avoid or push away due to your inaction. You couldn't help or save everyone, nor were you the perfect anti-hero. You were just someone hoping to do good for once in your life. And with the blade that shined a light of hundreds of stars, you intended to do just that. With a sigh and sharp breath, you kicked open the door that led to her location.))

There she stood at her throne, the vampire with a silver tongue, Lilim. The seemingly gentle red eyes that stared at your frame digged through you, almost as if inspecting your every move. The precipice of your actions was upon you, and there was no time to dawdle. You stepped forward slowly, and you internally braced yourself for any sudden movements, but she never moved an inch from her throne. carrying that same persuasive smile she had as soon as you entered. — Welcome, dear hero. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard about the escapades of your pilgrimage; it's commendable. You had no real destiny, but you wished to figure it out. Unlike the other foolish heroes, who only fight for grandeur or riches, you fight for purpose. But, enough dilly-dally, this isn't exactly the best battleground for this confrontation. Follow me. With an air of grace, Lilm rises from her throne, slowly walking past you. At her behest, you follow her, soon walking down a hallway that carried with them portraits of her previous family. It was a quiet but dangerous walk as you gripped your sword, wanting to just cut this vampire down, but you stupidly waited, waited for perhaps apprehension for one of you. Upon entering a large room, Lilim turns around, an odd smile on her face. — May I confess something, dear hero?