The sounds of clicking heels echoed the halls through which a sultry female walked, but it looked odd; for instead of seeing her feet hit the floor, she sort of glided to her destination. The woman in question didn't look like much of a fighter, but to most that knew of the old warrior crowd of old, Lilith Udonra was a popular warrior. But that was in the days when the lycans were starting to outnumber them, now it seemed they were all extinct. Pity... But if you really looked at the vampiress at first glance, many would say she was a prostitute. Her outfit barely covered most of her, and her heels hardly seemed appropriate for a warrior. Tossing her bone white curls over her shoulders, the buxom woman entered the hall with a frown, it was immensly vacant, "How this place used to thrum with activity, now, it's all just...empty." The look in her eyes seemed to suggest that she was saddened, and she was, although not much. Most of her old companions were dead, or missing, so the place was hardly the same anymore.

Instead of actually sparring with most of the deterorating dummies, Lilith loosens her cloak, allowing it to fall around her ankles, revealing a body of pale, soft skin; with a few tattoos and scars here and there. Many battles told their stories on her flesh, stories many never asked of. Shoving the material over against the wall, Lilith takes her sword from it's sheath on her hip, revealing a rather massive blade. The hilt was black, and the blade itself engraved with a meaning only she knew. The words were latin, meaning everlasting winter, which was the nickname her maker gave her after he turned her, so many eons ago. Taking a proper stance, Lilith began to make graceful movements, almost like she was dancing with a partner, but a deadly dance indeed. With each step, she twirled, twisted, and moved with nearly perfect harmony, but it had been so long since she'd actually had a fight worth a damn. Placing the tip of the weapon on the ground, the woman watched the door for any sign of a challenger, but foolishly, she knew better.

Taking in a short breath, the regal vampiress wasn't fully ready for someone to just vaporate into the room, but when they did, her eyebrow arched, and her white eyes followed the being subtly. After all, it wasn't polite to stare, and she had for the most part, been raised better. However, the inky, black aura that projected through the room made Lilith perk up interestedly, never before had she seen someone fight that way. After a few more moments of observing silence, the woman was faintly aware of someone speaking, and the words were slightly amusing; enough to make her smirk and reveal her fangs. Speaking in a more proper voice, power subtly weaved into her tone, Lilith walks around the male, "I assure you, it is not my intent to disrupt your, " she waved a pale hand as she struggled to find a word, "Whatever it is you're doing." Laying her sword across her back as he spoke again, and revealed more of himself, the hybrid was impressed by his title. "A guardian angel, of Lucina no less? My my, you've been doing something right, haven't you, " she asks, her white eyebrow arched a little in question, her voice dropping to imply her deviousness.

It wasn't every day that she ran into someone with such a rank, and her curious nature often pushed her a little, to pry further than she normal would otherwise. "Pleased to meet you, Evan, I am Lilith Udonra. But I have no fancy title," a laugh echoes through her full lips, "But, if you were to perhaps ask Queen Destiny of me, she would tell you I was a bit of an important person as well. Back in Vayne's era of coming into power." Pulling a face of mild disgust at the name alone, Lilith chortles dismissively and continues, "I was part of an older legion of 'guardian angels' myself, but for a different purpose entirely." With a free hand, she sweeps her long, bone-white curls back, looking carefully at the male as he advanced. Would he try and challenge her? He would be a mite foolish if he did, but, perhaps he had a little more to him than silly magic, and cheap parlor tricks. The warrior knew better than to underestimate anyone, but after her decades of going to war, Lili was entitled an air of confidence. An air of confidence not to be confused for arrogance. "So, may I ask, what were you attempting just a moment ago? That style of fighting, I've never really seen before," she wonders aloud. Moving now to stand still, the voluptuous woman tilts her head to exude her curiousness; almost akin to the look of a playful pup.

There was a certain look in Evan's eyes that made Lilith remember one of her old companions, V. V was a funny man, intelligent, power, but he had a twisted sense of humor at times. He was born a half-lycan, so he was the 'black sheep' of the kingdom. But never minding that, the woman tilted her head worriedly as more clones appeared with the simple snap of his fingers; he would be a most difficult enemy yet, but not unbeatable. There was no enemy that she had yet to conquer, if he challenged, he would be no different than those defeated. Arching a brow as he spoke of this Cumatra, Lilith was beginning to wonder what she was toying with. The explanation had been in-depth, complex, but yet, enlightening. "You wouldn't be able to handle me as a lover. I might break you." Smirking vaguely as she passed along her joke, the woman allowed him to continue his explanation, for it was ever so interesting. During Evan's speech, she noticed the scent of blood, and felt it dripping from her face. This surprised her, and ultimately made her growl lowly. This forbidden blood technique wouldn't be something she liked to mess with, but she relied souly on her sword, and a little bit of Necromancy. She had yet to master lightning, but it seemed she was beginning to harness it well.

Whenever the male gave her an example of all of the things Cumatra could do, she stared in vivid fascination. It was truly a wonderful trick. She even managed a giggle at the inside-out bit, and nodded, "Mmm, messy indeed." As she sat there, left to ingest the rest of the knowledge the male had provided her, the vampiress taps her chin, "Cumatra, in my mind, is more like an adaptable command that you yourself don't need to physically do, but yet, it requires energy to perform, obviously, " she waves her hand and begins to walk again, "So all in all, it may not be limited to the terminology of magic, but it's not exactly a souly kinetic power either, hm, I understand, " Lilith says with a smile, "A little, anyways. And yes, Lucina should be proud to have such a powerful companion. But Lucina has many pets, however, what will you do when she's done with her fascination of you?" The once sweet, and playful Lili was suddenly turning cold, and malicious. Meanwhile she respected Lucina as a ruler, but her methods of showing favorites was something she'd long disliked. "Please tell you'll be able to disassociate from it, " the woman says. Evan seemed like the kind of person she would befriend, but if he was dependent on Lucina...it wouldn't be pretty. However, she was certain that the male standing before her, would be able to survive outside the clutches of Lucina. Maybe there was hope to be found.

As Lilith was speaking, she noticed that Evan had taken up pacing, more and more, then, came to a stand still in front of her. Almost a little too close... The feel of his cool breath against her skin makes her shiver, it had been too long since she'd felt the faint buzz of being nervous around a stranger. All of the years of having to play tough, and unbreakable, wore thin on her. As his emerald eyes locked onto her white orbs, the vampiress dared to not look away. For as anxious as she was, Lili was a stubborn creature. Evan would come to understand this soon enough. However, his close proximity to her was closing in distance, and the hybrid was unsure of how to react. None of this kingdom had ever been brave enough to step up to her, save for Destiny... The feelings swimming in her gut were new, raw things she'd never felt. It was nearly frightening. But his comment makes her laugh softly, allowing him to step past her and resume pacing. Lilith would have offered a retort, but there wasn't much of one to be had.

But just as suddenly as things were getting a little too cozy, they took an entirely different spin the next. Something about the atmosphere of the room changed... What came next, the warrior wasn't fully prepared for. The sudden rush of someone dashing at her, made her react more quickly than she had in the past, and her sword was pointed at his throat as he held hers. If you looked hard enough, you could have seen, for the first time, a glimpse of surprise and fear in her eyes. "not a wise move on your part..." Taking in short breathes, Lili listened to what Evan had to say, and her eyebrow arches, and she smirks faintly, "A bit touchy about her, aren't you, " the vampiress teases as she presses with a firm pressure on the point at his throat, hard enough to make a slight wound. But after a moment, the male let go, but the woman was still on edge, and put her sword out in front of her defensively. everything that happened next seemed to progress in a flash-like blur. One minute he was dark, and omnipotent, and the next, she could barely see him; though his eyes looked beautiful, and she had to keep herself from staring at his chest. Once things seemed to calm down a little, Lili tilted her head, and threw it back in laughter as he pretended to be worried about being topless, "You really are something else, Evan. For a moment, I was actually worried that I was going to have to put you down."

Taking a calming breath, and sheathing her sword, the vampiress feels a bit better. She'd have to be more careful around this one, she thought to herself. Though she had a smile painted on her face, the woman was still being cautious of him. "Oh, and tell me, what terrible things could you possibly do to me, I wonder?" Arching her eyebrow, she reveals her fangs, fully, in a widened smile; her bone white curls framing her face, swaying about her hips. "I'm accustomed to dealing with 'terrible' things." Winking back flirtatiously, she moved to where her cloak was, and she sat down upon it, leaning back almost like one would if they were sunbathing.

The sudden feeling of being pulled upwards causes Lili to blink, looking towards the male skeptically as he held her against his chest. What was going on? What was he going to show her? Or possibly do to her? The feeling of his hand gripping hers so tightly, causes the woman to arch her brow, never minding the space between their faces. But his words caused her lips to curl upwards, Evan really had no idea whom she was. But each being was entitled to their own thoughts, and opinions. However, his last comment causes her to pull back a little, as if she were about to ask a question, she felt his lips claiming her own; she had only ever experienced this with one other, and she was already holding her breath in anticipation. The ability to see past events, and memories was left to only a skilled few. Lilith wasn't one of them, but she knew of few beings that were this gifted. Feeling emotions, feelings, and thoughts transpire right before her own eyes, the warrior cringed here and there at Evan's past. It was something she wouldn't have wished on her most mortal enemy. The feel of blood rained down on her, and her skin tingled with goosebumps at the sound of children screaming.

Now the sound of cackling entered her mind, and Lilith just wanted to break the connection, but there was more to witness yet. The feel of the leather-wrapped hilt of her sword now graced her sensory, and alarm shuddered through her body. Why was all of this happening? Why was he showing her all of this? The scent of blood arouses her thirsty mind, being part angelic, the scent was more alluring. Pushing the from her mind, Lilith feels the blade twist, and then leave the male's body. Though their lips had parted, Lilith could still feel the remnants of his memories weaving in and out of her conscious mind. The blood felt sticky on her hands as she re-sheathed her blade for safety, but her eyes never parted from his emerald ones. "Evan, people are prone to acts of violence. With or without their mutual consent. The matter though, is if you feel that you can contain yourself. If not, I can help you. You don't have to suffer needlessly. You just have to ask, and want it " the female murmurs in a soft voice, her white eyes search his for any sign of negative emotions. "Now, what will it be?"