"My father is content to fight the same battles and the same foes while everything turns to ashes. Though his victories might last a day, or a year, or a hundred years, the war will never be won so long as he and his brothers lead. There is an end to it, but fools like my father are too blind to see it."

"By three they come. By three, thy way opens. By the blood of the willing, we call thee home. Hail, Daughter of Hatred, Creator of Sanctuary, Queen of Hell. Hail... Lilith. "