All things fall

1 - Lilith

Colorful glass shards. Rows of dusty benches. A strange, ornate table upon a raised platform. The cavernous room with its arched ceilings and elaborately decorated pillars stretched out around her. She'd never seen a place like this before. The alien building was frightening and strangely fascinating. As she moved slowly forward though the vast space she wondered if her target was hiding among the deep shadows cast by the afternoon sun.

What would a building like this even be used for? She made a mental note to ask Chris later. He'd probably know, since he grew up out here in the wastelands. As she continued to explore the space, careful to avoid falling into holes in the rotting floor, she noticed that beneath each large window was a small table similar to the one on the raised platform along the far wall, and that one of the windows was still intact. Lilith tread closer to the intact window to inspect it more carefully. Something about the figure depicted in the stained glass was oddly familiar to her. Had she seen them elsewhere? She couldn't have. She'd never been in a building like this before. As she pondered the figure in the glass she noticed the plaque at it's base. She didn't recognise the language, and, on cue, KAY translated it for her.

Noir, god of...

The last word had been scratched out.

This place was a religious site. Lilith glared up at the window, the damaged glass having lost its charm. She turned away, and examined the space once again. Judging from the holes in the floor, there was a space beneath this room. Likely a basement. She'd need to find a way down there. She quickly scanned the room and noticed a small hall leading off of the room. She moved toward it.

Creeaak.

Lilith whipped around at the sound. Nothing. Nothing and no one was there. Lilith shook it off thinking she was hearing things. But as she continued to creep forward she got the distinct feeling she was being watched. Fear gripped her as she slowly looked around.

"Chris?" She began to say, but before the words could leave her lips she was interrupted by a gloved hand covering her mouth and the familiar pinch of a needle piercing her neck.