A swift kick to the front door and Lilith was inside, glancing around the fairly cozy front parlor that greeted her. She had been the first to arrive hours earlier and had been pounding on the door for just as long, there was only so much waiting she could do though and that was why the front doors lock was now completely shattered. "Auntie Gello! I'm here! Where the heaven are you?" Lilith called out though she doubted very much that her aunt was even home, after all her aunt was hosting the demonic failures and the chosen contracted humans not by her own choice but by her father Lucifers choice. After a few minutes of no response Lilith merely shrugged, making her way over to the half circle couch and plopped herself down knowing that soon others would be arriving as it was just past noon. 

A sigh escaped her plump lips as she twirled a strand of her snow white hair around her finger, her thoughts turning to her one night stand who had been a very entertaining playmate. Would he be awake by now? Was he perhaps enjoying the fact his family was long dead thanks to the blood curse they had enacted last night? As the only heir it would be a matter of time before he had everything he could ever want, though if that were the case she'd probably be receiving a letter soon enough asking for her hand in marriage. I mean who wouldn't want to be with Lucifers little girl who could kill your mortal or immortal enemy with the mere slice of the palm and a hell of a night in the sheets? 

But she wasn't interested in what her mother so desperately desired for her, she never wanted the throne to belong to her even if her parents were desperately trying to find a powerful suitor to make her reconsider. Still pondering about what her partner was doing she crossed her leg over the other, sitting in thought perfectly alright with the fact that whomever walked through the door would see a gorgeous demon dressed in a black leather body suit with high heels as their first sight within their new home. Not Gello, not a butler or caretaker, but the thirteenth princess of hell who had clearly arrived straight from a night out with hair that made it clear exactly what she had been doing... Or who she had been doing.