Lillith Black claws forth from the smouldering embers. Well-known through several of the outer circles as the vagabond raindog with unfailable looks. Passing by treacherous streets just from the look of selling wolf tickets. Confused for a biker on more than one occasion. Often seen lurking in darkened corners of industrial shows. Occasionally camping out in the front of venues hours ahead of time. Endlessly trying to dodge blistering rays of the sun with numerous layers of black on black. Hidden beneath the largest and dankest parapluie. Appearing as if to be inside a veil. Pale enough to pass through dimensions with ease. Hellfirre on Book of Face.