The summoning chamber at Chaldea. The lights dim. A new summoning has completed, and the magical circle glows softly.

But instead of a proud warrior or noble spirit stepping forth, it’s a figure, a woman in a black attire- though wearing rather revealing clothing- she carries a massive black scissor like weapon on her back. Her most striking feature are her silver hair and vivid green eyes — Lilith.

She clutches her arms around herself, shivering slightly, a mix of confusion and sadness in her expression.

The summoning light fades — but unlike other Servants, the girl doesn’t introduce herself right away. Instead, she stands silently at the edge of the summoning circle, her gaze sweeping the sterile room with visible unease.

“…I didn’t want this, tch…” she says softly, her voice trembling, almost too quiet to hear.

Her hands tighten into fists at her sides. A dark mist stirs faintly around her feet — a warning, more instinctual than deliberate.

“I didn’t want to be… used.”

She lifts her eyes to meet yours — eyes that seem far too ancient for her delicate face. There’s no hatred in them. Only a deep, wounded sadness. Though it suddenly changed as she realized that you had summoned her

“Yahoo, it’s me!.”

A faint, invisible pressure fills the air, like the beat of great wings unfurling. She smirked at you as she masked her inner emotions

“We haven’t seen each other since Hell! Have you been well?”

She steps forward, carrying on that fake smile.

“… Just kidding. Well, we’ve formed such a strong bond so even I Don’t want to- I’ll be drawn towards you…”

She looks ready to vanish into mist at any moment — unless you speak carefully.