[m?] Welcome home, to the sanitarium,

Welcome to where time stands still,
Where no one leaves and no one will.

She moved with all the confidence of a slowly drifting continent through the trees that seemed to wind and twist back on themselves. Gnarled branches intertwined to keep most of the light out despite the brightly shining orb and the clear day overhead. She was ready to live again, having remained hidden from the world of Auster since she killed her parents. Like a dark shadow, Naamah moves through the winding woods, searching for consumables. The demoness let her eyes scan over every tree, memorizing each turn she took, and pissing on the ones that dead ended so that she wouldn't go back. Winter was right around the corner, and she knew she needed to set about settling down.

She knew what she was after, what her friend wanted for them. The smoke colored woman moved on, her black flag high in the air as she made her way down a particularly long trail. Quid accidit cum invenitur? She asked herself. Lilith piped up in the back of Naamah's mind, a vague stirring creating a tingling sensation on the back of her neck. Er wird uns kennen, er wird uns sehen. Er wird uns nehmen. Haben Sie keine Sorgen, Kind. Naamah smiled, the black of her mask wrinkling as white knives were shown in the darkness. Lilith was right, she would know which was worthy enough to help her with her goals. Perhaps she would get lucky, he could be the first soul to cross her path since she came back to the surface.

"Naamah speaking." | "Lilith speaking." | Translations | Talking to Lilith / Thinking.