"FUCKING FINALLY!" Lilith reclined in her boss seat.
"More wine!" Thebault pronounced, raising his ale goblet and grinning like a buffoon bad at his job.
Lilith frowned at him, "we haven't even heard the news yet."
The King dropped his hand. Lilith turned back to the beautiful apparition. "Go on, my dear." In that moment, if Spectres could blush, that was certainly what was happening in the ghost girl's face. "Lily might just make her redden!" Asmodeus joked to Lucifer.
"Quiet over there, you two," Lilith chastised her brothers playfully, before returning her gaze back to the Spectre. [Female Spectres] were rare, but were considerably more powerful than the males, being that it took a higher dark mana to infuse a woman's spirit so as to refuse crossing over, and the pull of the afterlife.
The Spectre, embolded by Lilith's own command of the war room went on with her news.