Possessed By Him: The Alpha's Trophy
Through the shadows beneath the collapsing sanctuary, I wrapped my dark cloak around the glowing, silent infant and slipped out into the night, leaving Aurelia to weep over the ashes of a lie.
An hour later, deep in the subterranean vaults beneath the Northern Altars, I laid the newborn Lilith down on a slab of freezing, black iron.
"Begin the seal!" I commanded the warlocks.
I took the obsidian stylus myself, driving it into her skin, carving the ancient suppression runes deep into her soul. Dark, poisonous blood was forced into her veins, burying her mother's blinding Solarion light beneath eighteen years of pain, fear, and dark magic.