The Lilim’s wings shimmered with quiet laughter. “Go. Eat a cake. Be human for an hour. The world won’t end.”
A small frontier chapel, rebuilt at the edge of a Rewilding forest. Dawn. mge redux
He didn’t answer. Outside, the morning fog curled around the chapel’s broken steeple. Last month, this place had been infested with a rogue spirit—one of the old, hateful kind, born from fear and celibate zealotry. The villagers had begged for help. The Lilim’s wings shimmered with quiet laughter
He almost smiled. Almost.