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~Hal had asked Lilah what she was doing, and she had forced a flippant "nothing at all, handsome, just keep walking," but the truth was she was just a bit shaken at that particular moment. Things didn't really get any better as the three came into Town Proper. Lilah didn't know what she expected but the rows and rows of buildings so similar and featureless as to be as dizzying as the maze of Bulls was so NOT IT. She forced on through the streets with her two companions, dodging into alleys as demons passed them in the streets and peering into window after window, seeing way too many things inside they really hadn't wanted to ever see in their lives or their afterlives. Becoming frustrated, Lilah pushed the other two on, becoming more and more reckless in her desperation until her perserverence paid off. Finally, Lilah found what seemed to be a library. It was obvious the demons didn't use the library very often; in fact, it didn't appear there was anyone who even worked there, which seemed like a wonderful stroke of luck until they made it inside.~

What the HOLY FUCK?! ~Lilah stares about her, doubled over as a wave of pain like her frustration made physical makes her gasp.~ WHAT THE FUCK?! WHERE ARE THE BOOKS?!

~It's true. The space they're faced with appears to be a cavernous library, complete with tables, bookshelves, card catalogues, and devoid of the one thing which defines a library. Nor is there any sign of computers. She rushes to the card catalogue only to find it is empty of all but several rats who leap at her face. She screams and throws herself back, then sinks sobbing to the floor. She's momentarily completely at a loss.~

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*Beauty watches Lilah go without trying to stop her. She looks, to Hal, not so much regretful for her words but simply mournful in general. She tries for a moment to sit very straight and regal, struggling to gain the composure that was second nature to her before centuries of wandering through Hell's landscape. And for a moment it works, she looks serenly beautiful offering him that brilliant gentle smile that had once charmed both peasant and noble. But in the next moment she wilts, tears of desolation welling again in her eyes.*

You do not have to stay here if you would rather follow Lilah. *She has her arms crossed as if cold and is rocking herself as if she is used to being both nurse and child. She gives a gasp and clutches as her stomach once more and Hal can swear he sees something pushing against her stomach wall-but from the inside, insistent on getting out.*

*Her beauty only makes him all the more determined to stay with her. Sure he's a little shallow, but that's because he's incredibly old-fashioned.*

What's wrong, Princess?

*He's relatively new to Hell, and he isn't used to all these monthly torments. He doesn't know what's going on, and this only increases his surprise when he feels something creak against a rib, something pushing, and then a small explosion of pain under his skin.*

Ah! *His hand flies to his chest even as he kneels beside her to check her stomach.*