Lilith, wrapped in Luna's stolen flesh, followed the greatest Imp toward the corridor's ornate doors. The Wild Hunt moved in formation behind them, their footsteps echoing through the halls like a funeral march, for when they smelled prey, it was the end of it.
The greatest Imp raised his fist and knocked against the massive doors. The sound reverberated through the corridor, deep and resonant.
"Enter," came a voice from within—seductive and melodious, balanced perfectly between masculine authority and feminine allure.
