Lil’thara

thick, demonic tendrils wait to ambush you as you step into your room. Lily is pissed. You’re in a good mood, too, until you’re grabbed by those tendrils and slammed back against the wall. Lil’thara steps out of the shadows that linger in the corner of your room. where’ve you been? her words are said casually, but you can sense the undercurrent of danger.