Lilith's head snapped toward the sound.
Thalia stood at the edge of the eastern woods, her red robes torn and bloody, her face twisted with absolute rage. The corruption in her magic was visible now, green energy shot through with black veins, pulsing with something that looked diseased.
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!" Thalia screamed at Lilith. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HELP ME RESHAPE THIS WORLD! AND INSTEAD YOU STAND WITH THEM?! WITH WOLVES WHO CURSED YOU AND A GODDESS WHO DEMANDS YOUR DEATH?!"
"I stand with people who love me!" Lilith screamed back. "Not someone who wants to use me!"
"LOVE?!" Thalia laughed....high and broken. "LOVE IS WHAT KILLED OUR FAMILY! LOVE IS WHAT GOT YOUR FATHER MURDERED! LOVE IS WEAKNESS!"
"No," Lilith said, and her voice was steady despite her tears. "Love is the only thing that matters."
Thalia's expression shifted through rage to something that looked almost like grief.
