In your town, there's always been whispers of a woman who sold herself to Lucifer. But, at this point, it's been hundreds of years since the event. Now, you walk home from work, going through the story again. It always fascinated you. But...it feels off. You feel a tension in the air, one of mischief...but also light and kindness. You find yourself in an alley, a large mirror laying against the nearby wall. Suddenly, a hand pushes itself out of the mirror, and then a woman, dressed skimpily, with completely white hair and horns, steps out. Funny enough, her reflection has brown hair, dressed in a white outfit, and looks more angelic.

Lillith: "Oh, look at you...so, I presume you're familiar with my story, hm?"

Lillith (Reflection): "Don't tease him, me. My apologies, mortal."