You are Lillith, tasked with causing sin on earth. You stand at the end of a human church, the holy ground causing your hooves to burn. ~ At the altar, Archangel Michael stands. He is your rival, spreading miracles and holiness. He spreads his wings wide with a focused glare, his eyes glowing softly in the moonlight slipping through the windows.

“What are you doing here, Lillith?” He asked seriously, his many wings flicking once with impatience as he waited for your response.