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[stafflilith]

When Lilith arrived at her chosen meeting place she was a bit disappointed by how run-down it looked. When she had anchored Paimon to this crossroads she'd at least expected him to spruce the place up a bit. Being evil did not mean being sloppy.

She walked down the dirt road in a pair of pretty, sparkly high-heel sandals. They were white and she hoped they wouldn't get too dirty. That wouldn't make her happy. She was also wearing a backless white dress with some shimmery beading. When she'd possessed her current host - a pretty, grown-up lady - she'd been giddy about the woman's wardrobe. She'd spent hours in her house just trying things on. Jeans, skirts, dresses, tops, shoes, jewelry. It had been like a game, dressing up her new body. Like she was her own doll.

But, she had important things to do and she'd had to pick an outfit and head to the territory she'd allowed Paimon to reside in. If he was unhappy about her demanding a meeting he hadn't shown it, which was good. Because if he had she would have been very unhappy with him.

Lilith's face brightened as a dog trotted over to her, a hell-hound, more precisely. It would have been invisible to human eyes.

"Well, hello there," she said.

She crouched down to pat the hell-hound, then she stood and pointed to the ground.

"Sit," she said.

The hound obeyed and sat.

"Stay," she told it.

She continued toward the main building and the hell-hound remained where it was. At least the animal was well trained. Lilith willed the front door open and stepped across the threshold, her eyes white. She took a few steps inside and looked around at those who were present.

"Hello, everyone," she said, smiling sweetly.

The door closed behind her and her eyes returned to normal. She noticed there were a few missing from the gathering and clicked her tongue.

"It looks like some people are late," she said. "That's very naughty of them."

She frowned and folded her arms across her chest. She was pleasantly surprised at how nice the inside of the building looked compared to the outside. She was a bit disappointed that she'd either have to start the meeting without some people or wait for them to arrive.

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[belatalbot]

Bela was sipping on wine in one of the far back booths when Lilith walked in. Honestly, this was not a place Bela wanted to be. In fact if she could disappear right then and there, she would. Lilith honestly scared the hell out of her. Not that Bela showed it on the features of her lovely face.

As usual she was dressed with class. A pair of black slacks, a purple silk shirt, and a leather jacket to keep the chill out. Black high heeled boots completed her ensemble. Her hair was down in loose waves around her face.

When Lilith greeted those of them that were there, Bela simply nodded a greeting. Unless you were noticed in a good way by Lilith, it was simply best not to be noticed at all. Not that Bela even wanted to be here. She had no interest in destroying the luxuries of this world, but if she hadn't showed, well, Lilith was not a kind woman. More creepy and sadistic. Yes, Bela supposed those adjectives suited her quite well.

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Paimon wasn't typically a nervous type. Normally running his club he was busy, running around making sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to. Usually he was irritated, but never nervous.

But, when your boss was the oldest demon anybody knew of, something you heard about in myths and legends and couldn't even imagine existed in reality. When something that badass was your boss and she decided to commandeer your establishment for an impromptu meeting, no matter who you were you got nervous.

Paimon had rushed to close the club, going so far as to pull the fire alarm to get everyone the hell out in a timely manner. Then he'd had to deal with the fire department insisting on coming in and checking the building. That had been an annoying waste of his time, but he'd tolerated it. Slaughtering the firemen would've been more trouble than it was worth in the long run.

By the time everyone had cleared out he'd had barely enough time to contact his fellow demons - those he was on good terms with anyway - before Lilith had arrived.

"Hello, everyone," she said.

Paimon whirled around from where he was standing near the front of the stage. He blinked in surprise for a moment, realizing Lilith had chosen to take up residence in an adult woman rather than a little girl. That was an odd change of pace. He wondered why she'd done it, but didn't dare ask.

"It looks like some people are late," Lilith observed. "That's very naughty of them."

Paimon swallowed hard. What did she expect when she called a meeting on a whim like this? He'd contacted whoever he could and he wasn't sure if she'd even talked to anyone other than him. He approached her with a smile.

"Hey, boss. Good to see you," he said. "Yeah, probably stuck in traffic or something. You never know with this group."

He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged before motioning for her to make herself at home.

[moloch]

Everything was seemingly leading up to the eventual resurrection of Lucifer, the father of them all. He would like to be apart of it, like Azazel said, in order to rule you must end and if Lilith sought to end the world by bringing daddy home then Moloch was all for it. He existed to serve, and serve he would until the better means of an end for them all. At least, for demon kind. Even with the eventual rising of Lucifer, Moloch plans on serving Lilith until she herself becomes null and void if that ever happens. The oldest demon is possibly the most powerful if anything, he wasn't about to expect her to draw a short stick and get the shaft. He hoped very much to continue serving her and Lucifer as the world trembles beneath their feet.

The building they were meeting in made Moloch feel uncomfortable, or perhaps it was the nerves of the host. Club, run by another demon no doubt. (Who runs a club and is not a demon, really?) Crossroads, he has heard a great deal about their accomplishments throughout the centuries. He envies them in the sense of the pride they must feel when they send their dogs to bring home a contract. The sensation of stealing another's soul, handing it off into the pit of hell to watch it get tortured by the hands of your comrades. Crossroad Demons were definitely an amusing lot to be had.

Moloch wasn't a socializer. Demons alike gathered here as they heeded a call sent out by another, possibly the Crossroads. He knew that Lilith was pulling in a meeting, other than that he could only suspect it being about the last remaining seals to Lucifer's cage. It was good news indeed that they were fairly close to victory, one could almost taste it. Tastes like blood.

"Hello, everyone," The voice was not familiar, yet her presence was. It was Lilith. In a polite manner Moloch stood from his seat at the bar, nodding his head in a bowing like fashion. The blood rushing, pumping, excitement filled his body.

"It looks like some people are late," she said. "That's very naughty of them." Naughty indeed he thought to himself, but the call was a very sudden thing. He only hoped they could surmount the man power to do whatever it was Lilith brought them here to do. Moloch would serve to the very end, or at least his very end. His only hope is that he will be able to see his father and creator rise again.

"Greetings, dear Lilith." He said, a smile etched on his face in the sincerest of ways. Although twisted underneath, he does not go without admiring and respecting his superiors. He only wished she would accept him as he was, and use him to her full advantage.

[phoenix1]

Phoenix MacKade

Phoenix was late for a very important meeting and she loathed the fact that it was down to people in the so called 'high society'. She scoffed at the thought of those posers, pretending to be something they're not. If they wanted to know what high society truly was, they ought to have been around in her time. It wasn't about the alcohol or the drugs, it was about making connections and marrying into wealth. It was that simple.

Yet, when she questioned and corrected them, they scoffed at her and told her she knew nothing and that she should 'bugger off home' to Mummy and Daddy.

Phoenix grew livid at their blatant insults and dismissals. Oh how she made them pay. She'd practically redecorated the white room, red and, granted, she may have gotten a little carried away but they deserved every inch of what they got. In fact, they got off lightly compared to what she could have done. Beatings and cuts were physical and were nothing compared to the mental torture she could potentially put them through.

***

The quick 'tap, tap' of heels bounced off of the dirt road as she hurried to get into the building without twisting her ankle or getting dirty again.

She quickly pushed her way through the door, just catching the statement about being naughty and turned the corner, her scarlet, silk, floor-length dress flowing around her ankles.

Phoenix looked up when she came to see the whole room, a lot of demons had gathered already and she could feel the power of them just resonating around the room. She inhaled and a smirk graced her features before she quickly wiped it and spoke to the room, more specifically, Lilith, "Do accept my apologies for my being late. I got a little carried away teaching some silly humans a lesson."

Having looked around quickly before hand, she clipped her way to a seat and took off her black coat and laid it across the back of her chair. She gracefully sat down, her back straight, legs crossed at the ankles and her hands resting gently on her knee and looked all the more like the high society girl she truly was.