Vampyre1969
Dreamer
As the hours passed, Lilith Arcane awoke to find she was now with the manacles gone from her wrists. She was lying on the blue stone floor of a crypt, with a somewhat blurry memory of the past week. The last thing was vague and initially refused when Lilith, desperate, tried to think with her fragile mind. But it slowly started to clear bit by agonised bit, she remembered the soup kitchen. Yes, that was it; it was a place she visited from a time when she had no money for food. Now, being a white witch was never a job that ever really paid enough for her to settle all the bills. And also provide her with food so she could eat at home nightly