He wrapped his arm around her as they lay upon the cold, cement floor. Lilith sniffed, the trails of past tears drying upon her face, her watermelon sized stomach harboring the child of her own father. Wrath grit his teeth, frustration consuming him. How could he let this happen? he reflected. Of course, it was to help Lottie escape. He would've cursed her reckless behavior had he not witnessed a strange occurrence she displayed... a power not her own, used to break herself out... What has happened to you, Lottie?


Lilith nestled her head into Wrath's shoulder, clinging to his warmth. He glanced down at her; her eyes were closed, hiding those vibrant emerald eyes. Sweet, low breaths escaped her luscious, pale pink lips; her equally pink hair falling lightly over her face. He rested his head on Lilith's, a honey like scent consuming him. It was the purest smell within the prison cell and he closed his eyes, concentrating only on Lilith's sweet smell for comfort.