The Noór rocks, on the hilly rise of the palace got a surprising blood sacrifice that stormy day.
Lilith's body dropped out of the heavens, in such force that to those watching it was only two blinks of the eye. The burned earth received her body like a catcher's fat glove. Stones shattered on her impact. Whatever sturdy walls of the Imperial Castle that remained upstanding through the fight in the storm quickly crumbled to dust. In her hidden tower, the Blood Mother shut her eyes and leaped clear before the last edifice could fall.
"May the Martyr have mercy." Racquel prayed, silently, but like many others she sorely doubted the soul of Lilith had a place in the Halls of Valor. Devils—and she-devils—died alright, but they died different. Racquel Serpent didn't want to bother her mind with the mysteries of the beyond; she'd already seen enough. A principality self-deleting was on some people's bucket list.
