Mercury -|Ace and Tempe|Mature|-

"Of course, Maiden fair. Never have I seen such gorgeous hair." The child like voice echoed throughout the halls of the large castle, even though it was barely more than a whisper. The speaker? A child, or what seemed like a child. Though child was far from what she was. Lillith never said anything unless it was to her gain, and at the moment, complimenting the princess' hair was the quickest way to get her alone with the woman of pure heart, body, and mind. She smiled shyly, letting her long lashes bat lightly against her face as she smiled at the woman, her hands resting politely in front of her dress. ((Minus those fucking flowers. And her hood's down.)) "Would you mind, oh gorgeous maiden, if perhaps I brushed it? Such wonderous hair surely needs constant care." Lillith silently cursed herself for the rhyme, though she couldn't help it, not really. Rhyming was her very nature.

"Of course, child. I've a need for a new lady in waiting, and you seem eager enough." The Princess smiled kindly, obviously thinking she was doing the child a grand favor, though in the times with which they lived, had Lillith been a normal girl, the offer would have been one in a million. But not Lillith. Oh no, she was no child, she wasn't even human. As she grinned, she reached up, hiding the her evil intent behind her childlike face, and took hold of the Princess' hand. "Many thanks, M'Lady. I think you'll be quite proud of the choice." Though her eyes glowed a subtle red as she was led into the castle by the woman.

Inside the Princess' private quarters, Lillith looked around, her deep, shamrock eyes taking in every scene, every stone, every corner. She was being careful. The last castle she'd tended had become a disaster, she'd almost been caught. While that wasn't a problem, Lillith didn't want to go through that again, so she wormed her way into the Princess' heart, piece by piece until...

"One two Lilly's coming for you. Three four, gonna hit the floor. Five six, grab a crusifix. Seven eight, she's all full of hate. Nine ten, then she'll kill again..." Her voice was soft, almost like a gentle rain hitting the window, but the words... They were full of malicious intent as she turned towards the Princess. "I'm sorry, what was that, Maiden?" The woman asked, puzzlement etching throughout her face. "That? Why that was naught but a warning. You see, Princess... You've been deceived." At the last word, Lillith slowly started walking towards the Princess, her eyes glowing an intense green. "Dec..." Was all the Princess got out as Lillith sprang at her, knocking the woman to the ground. "You soul, Princess! I need you soul! It's soft and warm, with gifts untold!" She started to giggle, the demon child losing all outer facades as she leaned down and licked up the Princess' neck. "Tasty! You're oh so tasty! More I say! I must have more of you, my delicious whore!" Cackling, her long black ringlets flying around her face, Lillith leaned down and bit into the Princess' neck, biting her harshly. While she wasn't a vampire, and most certainly didn't need the blood, Lillith couldn't help herself as she drank from the woman, taking in not only her blood, but her very life's essence.

As she leaned up, Lilltih grinned a blood filled grin. She looked down at the Princess' fear filled face, and absolutely abolished neck, and laughed. It was a long, giggling sound, which caused the very stones of the castle to tremble in fear. The Princess' neck was a maze of blood, and desecrated flesh. Tendons were missing, bones were protruding from within, and still Lillith sat on her chest, her fingers meshing with the woman's blood. She looked down, an evil smile on her face as she began to draw horrible designs on the woman... with her own blood. "Such fun! Such fun! Too bad I must run." Her lips fell into a small pout as she went to the window, looking down on the city below. "Good bye, Maiden fair. One day soon, I'll brush your hair.." She whispered as she fell from the window and landed some thirty feet below on her small, black boot covered feet.

With a soft lilt, she began walking down the darkened street, a soft tune leaving her lips as she skirted down alleyways. "It's raining, it's pouring, the deep red blood is falling. You'll go to bed, after I bash your head, but you won't wake up in the morning... It's raining, it's pouring..."

Remliel flicked her nose as she watched the young girl making her way down the alleyway, she had such an obvious scent but then humans were hardly the perceptive type. She listened to the girl's song the rhyme that seemed to make her so happy. Admittedly, she wasn't expecting another possible immortal in such a place, but then there was always that tiny feeling many had to gather together, like the pitiful creatures that called themselves vampires and gathered in covens. Weak pathetic creatures they were, but deliciously amusing when they tried to put up a fight, especially against her as though they thought she wanted to take over their coven.

"You see that girl?" Remliel indicated with a simple nod of her head in the direction Lillith was heading, the skinny vampire nodded, terrified. "Kill her or die." She let go of the terrified vampire's neck who looked for a moment as though he would flee before his eyes caught the broken body of his mate that she was using as a chair, then darted after the child-like Lillith without a second thought.

Oh how she enjoyed playing this game. As the skinny vampire disappeared behind the corner she stood and brushed her grey dress and began to slowly walk in that same direction, humming to herself before finally giving lyrics to the tune.

"Sing a song of sixpence, a Brother told me why.
Tears are always poisoned, a crown to make them cry.
He never knew her father, he never knew her name.
He only knew how cursed the gold in each hair of the dame.
Sing a song of sixpence, a girl once told me why.
Love was but a fairy tale, a song left out to die.
She always called her promise, she always called his name.
She only knew the cry so cold, of birds born of the plain.
Sing a song of sixpence, they never told me why.
The King was in his counting house, each grain of sand a lie."

Her voice had a ghostly feeling to it, as though hearing it wasn't real, that there was something terrible that would happen. "You are a little young to be out in such a place by yourself little girl."

"There was an old woman who lived in a sho..." Lillith's voice was cut off as she lifted her head, shamrock eyes piercing into the night. "Mmm... There be monsters about... Perfect..." Giggling softly to herself, she spun on the spot just in time for her small, childlike arm to dart out and grab a hold of the Vampire's wrist. "What's this? A blood sucker in my grasp? Me oh my, I hope he doesn't think to try." Turning her gaze, she stared at the Vampire, her eyes turning cold, so cold, a blast of air seemed to radiate from her tiny body. Of all the abominations in all the lands, she hated vampires the most. Them and their covens, them and their thirst for blood, but no soul. "You, sir, are in trouble, I do say." She grinned wickedly as she pulled him down so that he was close, oh so close. She let her lips part a mere breath from his neck before whispering softly, "You shant creep upon anything that can creep back, it's rude and shows no tact. Cowardly it is! And a coward you be. After our meeting, I'll have you deep within me." She grinned again as she turned, just in time to see Remmy approaching.

"My my my, what is this? Another demon within my midst?" Laughing and bouncing up and down joyfully, Lillith took a step away from Remmy, her eyes flashing that strange combination of red and green they usually do before she attacks. "You should take care, just stand there and watch my style, my flare!" Laughing and giggling like a school girl, Lillith spun on the spot, forcing the Vampire to his knees as she turned her gaze to his, her eyes staring deeply into the beings soul. "A feast I shall have" She murmured as she let him go, watching as he stayed in place, simply staring at her.

"Come on now, fun we must have! You there, Vampire, smile and be glad!" Grinning, she spun around, her arm darting out and wrapping around the vampire's throat. She squeed with delight as her fingers tightened around his jugular, her nails piercing into his skin. Instantly, blood began spouting from his vein, causing the vampire's eyes to widen in shock as he gasped for breath. "Such a pity... Vampires always bleed so very much." She mused silently as she stepped back, watching as he gasped and gurgled for breath. Shrugging her shoulders lightly, Lillith stepped forward again, her fingers trailing through the blood before she placed both her hands on the sides of his head. With a jerk, and a mighty tug, she ripped his head completely from his body.

"Oh how fun! I must say, this way is my favorite!" Grinning from ear to ear, she dropped the head and leaned down, running her fingers through the large puddle of blood that had started to leak from the Vampire's body, before it all began to sizzle and pop, great boils of liquid forming and shattering around the body that was melting away.

"... Pity... I can't play with it anymore..." Sighing a bit, she turned back to the woman, her eyes searching, imploring, questioning with a child's innocence. "I just wanna play." She pouted as she folded her arms over her chest and glared at the woman. "But I can't. Vampires have no soul. A pity. Definitely a pity." She sighed, angry that she killed what she couldn't keep. Shrugging lightly, she took a small step towards Remmy and cocked her head to the side, cascades of black hair falling down her side. "And who are you? A new playmate?"

Remliel raised an eyebrow at the girl, questioning her as to whether she were a playmate. "Me? A playmate? I have to deal with a three year old, why would I want to have to handle yet another precocious terror?" She crouched to level with Lillith and smiled, her blood red eyes locking into the bright green opposing her. "So, are you just another soul stealer or is there something more to you other than your desire for souls and a great mess?"

She eyed the bod of the vampire with disdain. While she didn't have anything better to do with him, it hadn't been the best of judges, but that was how it was with most vampires save for the ancient ones, of which there were dwindling numbers. It wasn't only her fault after all, there were those human would-be hunters. "What a waste. There is more to these things than simply killing. The blood is nice of course, the souls of most can be tasty, but that aura of terror, such as the one that still lingers around you, that is the source of pleasure."

A quick flick of her hand, the black curls of Lillith moved slightly as Remliel had a quick physical check of the girl, keeping an eye on her. She stood and looked down to the girl a quick judgement made on her. "You were a slave."

Lillith could only stare in wonder at the female. For all she could tell, this was a demon. An incredibly powerful one, at that. And though she didn't like the physical part of the woman being so near her, the demonic aura she gave off was one of immense power. Tilting her head to the side, the child frowned as she listened to the talk of Vampires, her blood curdling at the thought, before she spat out, rather viciously. "Vampires are nothing but dregs. The lowest of the low, and their place is at the bottom of the floor. Lower, if my way I have."

She tensed, expecting an attack, as Remliel's hand neared her face, causing her black curls to flutter lightly. Though just like that it was over, the physical contact minimal. Though Lillith could tell, by looking into the eyes of the demon woman as she stood, that there was truth in that contact. Truth she'd never spoken of, her long existence on the plains of reality.

Slowly, oh so slowly, her eyes narrowed as she took a step back, her hands balling in small, child like fists as she glared at the woman. "You were a slave." The statement, so simply made, had vast after shocks with the child demon, causing her eyes to widen in shock, her body to tremble visibly. Growling darkly, she took another step back, and then another, the demonic aura surrounding her body seeming to double, and then triple, in size. "Do not mistake... Demon... That I am a child." Her voice had changed, no longer holding the carefree tone of youth. Instead it was low, threatening, less than a growl. "Think you know what I am or was?" She whispered softly, her hands lifting and resting across her chest as she stepped back again. "You know naught."

She narrowed her eyes, their deep pools of shamrock swirling into small, glass pools of danger as her hands began to glow a deep shade of green. With a twirl, and a quick twist of her body, Lillith was gone, simply disappeared in the blink of an eye, only to reappear behind the woman, her hands jerking out to shove her violently. "Leave this place. Leave or the powers of hell will come upon you."

Remliel simply stood there, her back exposed as Lillith's hands jerked out to shove her. They connected with her back and nothing happened, Remliel didn't move even a breath. Her face turned to Lillith and she simply smiled, "The powers of Hell, little one, would bow down and worship me." Spinning gracefully on a single foot to face her, her full dress catching up, twisting around her legs before flowing back out to settle around her feet she stood with her feet together, hands clasped behind her back as she leaned down mocking the girl, her own aura exploded out briefly before pulling it back in tight within.

"I have no doubt that you are no child. It is very useful to have the appearance of one so young, but make no mistake, little one. I am no demon. Would you like a taste? The feeling of the power that can overwhelm you and rob you of everything? I am the Third, and to me, you are a child. But you have great potential, perhaps someday you'll be able to show me something that will leave the world in awe." Remmy put a hand to her shoulder, the simple touch to a human would shatter the body, but this child was stronger than a pathetic human and given her age, Remmy assumed that it would be a rather uncomfortable annoyance.

She withdrew her hand again and crouched once more, smiling innocently to her. "So, who did you terrify earlier? You did a wonderful job, the scent is only just beginning to fade." The power that was felt only moments earlier seemed to be a distant memory, the woman looked human, caring yet a touch of amusement playing on her features as she put her elbows to her knees, resting her chin on the backs of her palms. Her hem was gathering dirt, dust and who knew what else as it dragged on the ground around her, the deep red matching her eyes which showed nothing but a twinkle of playfulness as they studied Lillith awaiting her answer. "And please don't lie to me."