Lilith had taken a few steps back as the older woman approached the girl, or rather the demon because it was becoming quite clear the girl had been completely absorbed by it, and stood watching the final stages of the transformation. She saw the demon attack and be repelled by an invisible barrier. The woman must be quite powerful to be able to repel a full demon like that but she was also quite right when she said that it was going to be troublesome. Blood thirsty demons running around freely in a small town usually were, or so Lilith assumed at least. She had no prior experience about such things and a small part of her had no desire to change that. Another much larger part of her wanted to just steal a patrol car and go after the creature.<br/>"Ezrorath?" she asked the woman.<br/>It was not a name she was familiar with. There had not been much about demonology as such in the journal she had received in a parcel from her dead mother six years ago, along with a letter to let her know she was a witch and apparently came from a long line of witches going right back into the time of legends.<br/><br/>At first Lilith had simply shook her head when she read the letter and rolled her eyes at the seemingly insane claims and rants of the letter and the journal. She had been told repeatedly that her mother had been institutionalised at a locked mental facility and considered to be a danger to herself and to her daughter. Lilith herself had no memories of her mother but the files Ms Patel had kept on her claimed that she had no other living family than her crazy mother which was how she ended up in the foster care system.<br/><br/>"I'm Lilith," she said to the woman after a few moments of hesitation and a few drags on her cigarette.<br/>"Anything I can do to help?"