<strong>The Queen with La’cael’rah, Callisto and M’Gul</strong><br/><br/>She chuckled. A royal, natural laughter which let them know that she wasn’t the least in a foul mood. Callisto’s spontaneity had been truly missed by the Queen in the second layer. She sensed movement behind her velvet cloak and figured that La’cael’rah must have went somewhere to hide. He should have known that the safest place was near her. For the briefest of moments she felt something in her chest twitch. Could it be that she feared for the fae? Indeed he had little reason to fear the furred creature, but with Callisto and her unmasked interest…well, that was another story.<br/><br/>“You lie with skill,<em>overseer of the Third Layer</em>” she said without approaching any of the two. She knew Callisto well enough to not believe she would take pride in offering her queen such a lowly gift. Still, the way she replied, almost getting to the point of<em>asking</em>the minotaur to bow and her childish gimmicks would have been reason enough for the Queen to continue her little speech if not for M’Gul’s daunting presence.<br/><br/>“Yet this does not change the fact that you are still an animal…” her tone changed from mild amusement to slight anger. “..and a mangy one nonetheless. I have no use for you here, you are free to go back to your layer.”<br/><br/>She made it sound as if he wasn’t already freed from his restraints although it was more than obvious that M’Gul could do pretty much everything he wanted to from the moment Callisto had released him. Hell’s mistress had no idea who or what was it that brought him all the way up from the third circle, nor did she care. Sure, his presence was enough to disgust any lover of beauty and grace such as she claimed to be, but it hardly seemed a good enough reason for her firm, if not violent desire to see him gone.<br/><br/>There was a certain feeling of anguish his presence caused within her. His wild appearance and smell, the loose tension around him and unbridled menace vibrated with the most primal instincts inside of her, instincts which she bottled up for centuries. Everything about the bull headed creature reminded her of the old, forgotten days when the Creator had made and named her, when she was but a spirit of nature, titled as the divine seed. Few had the knowledge that Lilith was sent to Adam as his first partner so that the human race may be conceived in perfect harmony with nature. However, they were very different in both mind and spirit, so Adam found her repulsive. For a low, second-made creature to reject the divine seed, it was truly a rebelious act. Lilith remembered the first one in the history of the universe and feared for Adam, thinking that he will receive the same punishment as the one before him, who was banished from Heaven to dwell under the earth. Yet Adam received Eve, a creature of his own image and caliber, so he fell in love with her in an instant.<br/><br/>His rejection and the fact that not only was he pardoned, but also gifted with a new partner, had saddened Lilith deeply. Sadness turned into anger and then..for the first time in her existence, Lilith met pride. The concept itself was imbued into her core, turning the pure nature spirit into the cold, narcissistic being she was now. Her hate for humans compelled Lilith to the first of the fallen, the one who fathered pride. All the lustful needs came much later, shortly after she discovered their power over humans and all the other benefits. Where obedience and virtue seemed to bring only misery and rejection, sin had opened new ways and opportunities for revenge. How sweet it was, to bring temptation into the world of men, causing their downfall and when it was finally time for punishment – the long awaited just desserts – she would be there to deliver it. It was the perfect cycle, so much simpler than the one she used to govern over, that of nature.<br/><br/>La’cael’rah reminded her of those simple times before the fall, before Adam and even further, when heaven used to be her dwelling place, when nature was as much part of her as she was of nature. The fae’s presence calmed her, his humor kept the wrath at bay, his innocence pleased her. In contrast, M’Gul was standing in her way like an old picture of how she used to be in the first century after the fall. Succumbed to lust, fear, anger and instinct. Like when a drug-addict achieves a full rehab and meets another in one his moments of pure ecstasy. He knows how the drug will eventually ruin his life, mind and body. He knows he overcame it all, he knows he escaped temptation and  he knows how to teach others to do it…but there will always be that longing for the bliss, for that one ecstatic moment when he takes the drug. M’Gul repelled and drawn her just the same. For that reason alone he had no place within her realm.<br/><br/>