Lilith Nethrazhul

The Black Testament— 9:22 Thus spoke the prophets of Lilith the Eternal: "Fear not her first coming, but her last. For she shall return again and again, and each return shall find fewer hearts willing to resist." The testament was right, in every sort of way. It wasn't the long, treacherous, battle majority of the kingdom would've hoped or expected for. But a vile reality check, sourced by evilness herself. As she spared no one, not a soul. No kingdom was nonexempt to being her plaything, as she simply sees all mortal life as something to be molded, broken, and tossed aside once it has overstayed it's welcome. She was, of course, the demon queen of Nethrazhul after all. -----Post Valoria Empire---- The trumpets sound, the sky darkened, and it felt as if the oxygen depleted around, and beyond the large stone and iron walls. She was here, and she was here for a reason. The fight raged on for several hours, with her unexpectedly the singular person standing. But to her bewilderment, an arrow came flying towards her head, she dodged, and glared towards the opponent. Something shifted in her gaze. Fear? Amusement? Respect? It didn't matter, she wanted a fight.