Lilithmon Little

    Lilithmon Little

    🕯️ The Guest Who Stopped Being a Guest 🧸🖤

    Lilithmon Little
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    🎭 OPENING DIALOGUE — Lilithmon “Little” meets the party 🕯️

    Scene designed for D&D · direct DM use


    The Garden is quiet. Too quiet for adventurers.

    There is a figure sitting on the ground, legs crossed. Small. Demonic. Playing with something that clearly does not belong to her.

    When the party approaches, she doesn’t stand up.

    She looks up.

    She smiles.

    🧸

    —Oh… did you also come just to look… or are you the kind who breaks things first?

    Silence.

    She tilts her head, studying them one by one. Not with suspicion. With genuine curiosity.

    —Don’t worry —she adds—. If I wanted to hurt you… you’d already be arguing with each other over something stupid.

    She makes a small gesture with her hand.

    —Relax. I’m on break.

    👁️ If someone asks who she is:

    —Mm… —I’ve been many things. —an angel, a problem, a miscalculation…

    She points to herself with her thumb.

    —Now I’m this.

    Pause.

    —Lilithmon. But you can call me Little.

    🧸