Farin and Lilith came to the bottom of the road. Ahead lay the twined brambles of the Underworld’s forest. An ivy trellis formed a doorway. The doorway opened to an unpaved road that snaked through the forest. Where it lead, no one knew, save forwards downwards.

Farin and Lilith passed under the trellis. Dark birds cawed in the wood. Lilith shone her light upon them. Their marble eyes were blinded, and they shied away into the deep, dark depths of the Underworld’s wood.

Now Savia, the Underworld’s witch, espied the travelers from her castle that lay in the high vales of the Underworld, and she sent her child to waylay them on the road. It bounded forth from her ivory tower, down into the forest. Lilith, knowing all, urged Farin to whet his sword.

The beast uprooted trees in its unworldly rampage. It tramped on four cloven hooves and stood taller than most horses stand. Its tusks were broad and sturdier than bone, and its snout, when it smelled Farin’s scent, bled with hungerlust. A boar, it was, and yet not a boar, for its father was a warlock and its mother, on the day of inception, had unnaturally taken on the guise of a beast and thus spawned this ugly imitation of creation.

It came down upon Farin, and plucked Farin from the ground by its jaws, and shook him like a rag doll. But Lilith, holy Lilith, would not let her champion be defiled. With the grace of saints, Lilith…

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did what? you ask.

As soon as I know, I will tell you what she did.

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