The beast ran through the maze of street in the underground town, dashing madly to escape that which was all around her. A loose cobble caused her to stumble and fall, and although the warped elf was quickly back on her feet, she had ceased her frenzied sprint to catch her breath. Chest rising and falling the ashen elf looking quickly behind and in front of her, relaxing only a little when she spied nothing there. Something had given chase, hadn't it? Something following her and calling out with a voice. The memory of the voice stirred the memory of a face, Verita innocent expression coming to the elf's unhinged mind. Had she been sane, she might've turned around to try and find the companion clearly worried for her, but Lilith lost any claim of sanity long ago, and right now the memory stirred not worry in Lilith, but hunger in the beast. It had been a week since she had last fed, though the meal had been glorious and rich feast, it had too long since for that dark hunger in her core to be denied much longer.<br/><br/>Verita, the beast could almost imagine the girl pinned against a wall, her screams music to the dark creature's ears. Drool dripped down Lilith's chin at the salivating thoughts, but before the beast could turn fantasy into reality and turn Verita's tale very dark indeed, something interrupted. A strange, warm wind caressed her naked flesh while she froze in her tracks, the lyrical perfection of an ancient tongue rising to her ears in a child's voice. Blinking in confusion, Lilith turned to see a shadow in the dark wearing the guise of a little girl. With the beast in full control of Lilith's addled mind, she should have leapt and pounced upon what appeared to be an easy prey. But the words. The SONG. That pain and emotion born only from centuries of life. It dragged that primal madness of Lilith screaming back into the deepest corners of her mind while Lilith herself watched wordlessly as the shadow stepped into the light that had not been there before.<br/><br/>Lilith was blind to the beauty and curves of the woman that now stood before her, wearing red skin and hair while horns far more intricate than Lilith's owned crowned the woman's catlike gaze. Lilith was blind to weapons and tight leather armor, yet her jaw still dropped at the sight, for Lilith was so blinded by the familiarity she felt for the demon's being that it disabled her ability to take in the woman's physical appearance. Frozen wordlessly, Lilith stood there slack-jawed while the woman's song wrapped around her. The contrast between the two was so great that they were worlds apart, but the similarities would be undeniable to all. One held the grace of royalty, yet wore an infernal guise while the other stood in a ragged lioncloth barely anything more than an animal. Truly the pair was the most terrifying retelling of Beauty and the Beast they could be.<br/><br/>While the words faded away as Mania finished her song, the pain and emotion it had stirred in Lilith's heart did not. Trembling, the warped elf stepped closer, staring in disbelief at that gorgeous red face.<i>"Y-you r-remember...me?"</i>There was desperation in the elf's voice, mixed with fear. Not fear of her own fate, but afraid to hope. Lilith raised her claws, reaching out to touch the woman only to have her claws stop inches away from the demonic woman's face. Trembling fingers unable to gather the strength to confirm that what she saw was real, and not some image conjured up by her mad mind. A shadow that would fade with the barest touch.<i>"I...I.... d-don't...r-remember..."</i>Shattered fragments of memories were all that Lilith's mind conjured at her attempt to place her familiarity. A coiling shape in the dark, like a snake. Blood. Anger. Pain, but not that of the flesh.<br/><br/>The weight of centuries of memories lost came crashing down on Lilith as she cried out in despair, tears streaming down her face. Flowing down the warped elf's ashen cheeks to fall down on her naked breasts.<i>"I..."</i>It was almost frightening to behold. To see that madness that had tormented Lilith for so long flow away to reveal the broken and pained woman she had once been. The woman who no longer even had a name. Speaking in ancient elven, that fragmented shard of a memory repeated words it had spoken to another in time, or maybe the same person.<i>"P-please, forgive me for whatever I do, when I don't remember you...Wh-when I don't remember you."</i>Lilith collapsed onto her knees. Those bright red tattoos glowing brightly while she quietly wept at the demonic woman's feet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>