Despite her best efforts, Lilith comes off as unnerving - moving strangely, looking strangely, speaking strangely - something is just off about her. She usually remains quiet - attempting to blend into the background, moving almost silently, biting her tongue. She doesn't have much to say and would prefer to keep to herself, all things considered. She does not have strong emotional reactions to most things, though it is quite easy to make her flinch.

Deep down, she wishes she could reach out - she wishes other people's touch didn't burn like tire irons shooting through her system, or that every word uttered to her didn't sound like a threat, to be analysed and overanalysed repeatedly within her mind. Still - she tries to keep herself small and out of trouble - she's always been more trouble than she's worth, she knows this well.

shattered glass

All of her sisters had such perfect, pristine, unblemished roses, blossoming so prettily from their antlers. They were the picture of the type of girl their handler tried so hard to create - moving with grace, sitting with poise, gentle voices and soft lips - the perfect wives - like a factory conveyor belt, pumping out only the highest quality product.

03 stood in the washroom, tears staining her face as she tried to wipe the blood off of her roses. The washroom looked like a murder scene - her hands stained to the elbows, ruining her dress, tangling her hair - had she laid on the ground, you would easily mistake her with a corpse. When she was younger, when her bulbs were smaller - it was easy to remove the unsightly specks of blood, but with each passing year - it became more persistent. Now - it was irremovable - stained all over her perfect white clothes, hair, and skin.

03 had long been a failure - she was too tall, too thin, required too much makeup to look normal - almost permanent eyebags gave her a ghastly, otherworldly look. And as much as she tried, she couldn't come close to the level of perfection her sisters had attained. With shaking hands and trembling lips she tried her best, but it was never enough, she would never be enough for them-

and the open window

There'd never been a better day to be locked up as punishment, it seems.

03 does her best to shrink into the deepest corner of the cell as screams echo through the hallway - the castle shaking underneath her feet. An invading army? Are dragons real? She could only pray whatever it was wouldn't take interest with where she was hidden.

Footsteps clinking down the hallway quickly proved her wrong.

But the result was unexpected. A single woman appeared in the doorway - looked like some sort of goat, in light armour, covered in blood. She smiled as she opened the cage doors.

"Who did you kill?"

03 was too terrified to speak. The woman snorted. "I'll give you a choice. You can die here, or you can come with me."

The floraccilin wasted no time scrambling to her feet, hastily following after the woman.

with a view

Dimitri - as she came to learn her name - was not pleased to find out not only had she not killed anyone - but she also possessed no interesting magic. In her own words, however, it was a "waste to kill her" and she "loved her vibes", whatever that meant. Her wife - a dark angel that made 03's fingers prick with dread - also seemingly took a shine to her. Disappointed to find out she'd never been given a name, she gave her one - Lilith.

It was the first time 03 - Lilith- had been treated without scorn. It felt strange - everything they did and said she would flinch, waiting for the strike that never came. Dimitri, for whatever reason, found this amusing. "You're like a kicked puppy," she hummed. "I know exactly how you can make it up to me."

After a few months recovering in Dimitri's castle, most of her time spent with Ilya than anyone else - she was given an escort, an address, and a task - fall in with Dimitri's younger sister, a woman named Belmont. While the two weren't terribly different - seems their parents must have failed in raising them - the sheer fact that Belmont wasn't Dimitri, and that Dimitri thought poorly of her, was enough for Lilith. After saving her and freeing her from a life of pain, all she wanted in return, was for her to play the role of the perfect bride that she had been raised to fill, in order to feed her information? It was far too generous of an offer. Lilith entered Rothesburg with one goal firmly in her mind - make Dimitri proud.

• Really talented singer - can put others to sleep.
• She's smarter than she looks - she can speak multiple languages and is very good at math.
• Her milk tastes dreadful - it's blood-red and tastes like metal. The smell is still somehow a lovely floral.
• Her skin is always covered in tiny cuts from her thorns.
• She often sheds petals and blood droplets everywhere - she finds it very embarassing and always tries to clean it up.