Void

It didn't hurt here.

Lilith supposed that made sense. The Void was just that-a void. Nothing. And in nothing, she supposed she could feel nothing. Not physically anyway. However, in what the nephalem would call a soul, or what an angel or demon would call essence...she screamed. Screamed against the dark. Screamed against fate. And most of all, screamed against Inarius.

It was sickening, really. After all this time, after all the false posturing of being "the Prophet," of playing his little game with the Prime Evils in their quest to subvert the nephalem to their respective courses, it was the same angel that had banished her here. And then only after Uldyssian had turned her own powers against him. Fathers and sons clearly had no respect for the mother of Man, the nephalem having even forgotten their own birthright. A birthright, Lilith reflected, they'd forsaken the moment they'd forsaken her.

She was drifting, both in thought and in physical form. Like a feather caught on the breeze, even if no such things could exist here. Detached and frigid from Heaven, Hell, even Inarius's so-called "Sanctuary." A sanctuary she doubted would remain as such for much longer. With the Worldstone weakened, it was only a matter of time before the forces of Heaven discussed what their ilk had created with wayward demons, and being the sanctimonious filth that they were, would likely seek to eradicate the world. And having invested so much time and effort in bending the nephalem to their own cause, Lilith doubted that the lords of Hell would simply stand aside. Heaven and Hell always answered the call to arms. And if the nephalem stood in the middle of the battlefield, she supposed it was only inevitable that they would be swept aside.

With any luck, Uldyssian will still be alive to witness their fury. To understand what true power truly is.

A shame really, that the nephalem would never reach their full potential. Almost...

But such thoughts were empty. She was in the Void, and unless one of the few powers in all Creation more mighty than her sought to retrieve her, it was likely she would stay there. Inarius had banished her once before, but had made it clear that this time, it was to be permanent. The old fool had lost what his kind called "compassion"-a wasted emotion if there ever was one. Almost as ridiculous as love...even after experiencing what could be called it for the angel once. Perhaps one, at the beginning of Sanctuary, there had been affection between the two...after all, the nephalem had not been created by design. Working in proximity, taking shelter from the Great Conflict...maybe it had been inevitable that one thing had led to another.

Yet out here, in the Void, nothing would lead to nothing.