Mystra
"Don't move!", the creature snapped at her.
Lilah glared at the purple-blue Pfikis demon, but obeyed, forcing herself to still on the long wooden table she'd been propped on on. Despite herself she found herself having to stifle a shudder as she watched it place its smooth, long-fingered hand on her ruined and bloody abdomen.
A new burst of teeth grinding pain shot through her body, but she bit back the urge to cry out stubbornly, refusing to show this thing any kind of weakness as it worked its' kind's particular magic on her body.
A greenish glow emerged from beneath the Pfikis' hand as her wound slowly began to knit itself together.
Lilah grimaced, moisture gathering in her eyes. It was like she could feel the creation of every single new cell, as their regeneration was forced and accelerated.
She bit her lip, and found her mind wandering. She only hoped that Wesley hadn't gone back into that hellhole to look for Angel's freakish son.
If he had, he was a fool.
She closed her eyes, a lone tear escaping the confines of one eye as fire seemed to roil through her guts. Still, it was better than having that uber-demon's finger picking through her innards.
Who the hell was she kidding. There was no if. Hell, she was goddamned sure her lov-- former lover-- was back inside Wolfram and Hart right now. Playing the hero for the sake of that lily white little Texan girl. Lilah frowned, but didn't open her eyes.
'Former lover', she thought. 'That bastard. After everything she'd done for him-- and too him', the sly thought insinuated itself before she could stop it.
"Damn it!", the woman hissed, as a new pain slammed into her midsection.
Lilah's eyes snapped open. She stared at the Pfikis accusingly.
"My apologies Ms Morgan, this was unexpected", the healing demon told her.
"What?", she snapped.
The creature's pale blue eyes widened, and then narrowed.
"I see. You were not aware."
Despite its hand on her abdomen, the lawyer leaned towards the tall, robed figure in her familiar, off-hand sneering manner.
"I suggest you explain what the hell you're talking about-- and quickly. I don't know how much time I have."
The irises of the demon's eyes expanded, and for a moment, Lilah wondered at the wisdom of threatening someone who could cause her very cells to implode from the inside.
The creature's eyes narrowed, but his voice did not change in tone or inflection.
"You were with child", he stated in that same serene tone.
For a moment, the world around Lilah careened to a stop. She felt nauseous. Yet, her agile brain continued to grapple with his statement.
"Were?"
"Yes. Your recent trauma, made the pregnancy enviable. The fetus is dead."
The lawyer closed her eyes and settled back against the table. 'Where was the relief she should have been feeling?', she wondered.
Lilah knew herself well, and she didn't bother with rose-colored glasses. She was not a nice person. She was self-serving, malicious, vengeful, petty... hell, she was evil. And she didn't have a single maternal bone in her body. She hated children; sniveling little snot-nosed brats who were of no use to anyone unless she had a Shunk to placate. Demon dogs loved tender child flesh.
So why was it the knowledge that she'd been carrying Wesley's child, and that it was now dead, make her insides ache with emptiness?
"The healing will propel your body into expelling the mass", the Pfikis said. "This will be accompanied by some cramping."
The brunette nodded, eyes still closed, mind racing. 'Like a bad period', she thought.
Resolutely, Lilah pushed all thoughts of a phantom child away. She wasn't stupid. Having a kid, doing what she did was the epitome of stupidity. It would have only given the senior partners something else to hold over her head. Losing that kid had saved her the trouble of having to have an abortion herself. Sure, she wanted a piece of Wesley any way she could get it, just not like this. What she pictured had more to do with the slap of naked flesh, and the interlocking of fleshy puzzle pieces.
A new, fresh pain radiated from her belly in sudden sharpness.
"Uhh!", the hot gasp, was torn from her throat in surprise. Her eyes flew open in time to see the demon take his hand away from her stomach and step away.
"It is done."
Another wave of pain crashed over her, rendering her mute. She twisted on her side, bringing her knees up to her chest protectively as the agony continued to radiate from her middle. Thankfully, darkness soon welcomed her, and she knew no more.
When she awoke, she stumbled out into the city, her mind racing with questions. Where could she go? Was anywhere safe?
The fact that her blouse and skirt were stained red with blood and lost bodily fluids was secondary to her continued place among the living. She had survived. That was more than she could say for that poor bastard Gavin.
Lilah leaned against her arm, propped up against the cool brick, and frowned. Something wasn't right with the shadowy darkness which covered the city.
Mentally she tallied the number of hours she would have had to have been unconscious for nightfall to have fallen again, and concluded that it was unlikely.
Glancing into the sky, the lawyer searched for the moon, and instead found an obliterated sun hidden behind a cloak of darkness.
"Shit!", she bit out, blowing a lock of dark hair from her eyes.
She prayed Angel and his do-gooders hurried up and got it together, because of all the end of the world scenarios she had planned for with the senior partners blessings; this wasn't one of them.
Fighting the nausea that threatened to overwhelm her, Lilah set off for where she'd left her car. She only hoped the damned thing was still there. Having it stolen would just be the last goddamned straw.
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