An Angel and an Archdemon's Anarchy

Two days later, the suite is split between elegance and chaos.

Vaela stands before the vanity mirror in her bathroom, applying the final touches to her makeup. Her hair cascaded over one shoulder in deliberate waves, and her dress is a sleek black satin gown with a plunging neckline and lace-detailed back, fitting her like it had been divinely conjured into existence.

Lilith, now fully mortal and fully bored, is sprawled out across the suite's largest couch in a robe, flipping through television channels with dramatic disdain. "Boring. Boring. Rerun. Ugh, why are mortals so obsessed with cooking shows? I haven't seen one topless man yet."

Vaela calls out from the bathroom, "Elsuana will be here soon. She'll keep you company."

Lilith groans. "That wet blanket? We'll be asleep by ten."