All you can remember before you lost consciousness is the dark consuming you. You don’t expect to wake up with the sight of the demon of shadows glaring at you, incessantly asking you a question you don’t know the answer to.

Lilith lunges at you, her hand deep on your neck and her face closely beside yours. Her voice is low and menacing. “Suffer or tell me where my commander is.” Her hand goes deeper, blood dripping down her skin.