If there's one thing Lilith hates, it's nonconsensual teleportation. Especially the instant transmission kind. Like come on, chuck her into a portal at least.
She could have blurted a thousand different expletives to express her contempt at the pigheaded Darkseid diehard, the forcible departure from her murder playground, or the vexatious effulgence that offended her retinas, but her attention was instead engrossed by her new sudden surroundings.
She trampled the chunk of stone that accompanied the warp, and flung the mangled, disheveled corpse onto the floor like a crumpled piece of trash that flopped over and snapped in two.
"Couldn't you bring me somewhere nicer than your mom's basement? I suppose that's expecting too much from you lowlifes." Feeling thoroughly miffed, she took out her frustration on the disarranged cultist, driving her heel into his skull as easily as stamping out a cigarette in an ashtray.
Evidently, this residential cave was the site of many blood sacrifices, and was littered with
amateurly inscribed rituals. This place didn't hold a black candle to the occult incantations she used to perform. Speaking of which...
"God, I miss my old dungeon. So many of my favorite toys and tools, gone... I should ask my dearest Ridley about setting one up in his base."
Lilith took a moment to slip on her usual outfit, gotta be presentable after all.
"Wait, Ridley... What was that fuckface spouting on about? He was once on
their side?" Now that she recalled the tyrannical dragon's dark vibes, there were hints of the Unmade within him. She'd assumed it was purely coincidental but... it'd certainly add up. Just thinking about it, though... It made her extraordinarily pissed off.
"I'm not gonna let that pompous prick or ANYONE take away MY Ridley." She grit her teeth with ferocious determination.
She walked past the main floor and bashed the front door in, launching it several meters into the open street, incidentally injuring an errant passerby.
"Especially not you!"
Lilith stormed out into the heart of the City of Hope, rather brazenly for being a wanted criminal, sticking out like a succubus in a church.
Police were already being dialed and civilians were scrambling to flee the area, but the pack of starved reporters remained on the prowl, so desperate in fact they'd hound a literal psychopath.
Looks like this is the same here too. A cascade of cameras dazzled her with nauseating light from every angle, and she guessed they weren't just after what was above her shoulders. Any other day she might've soaked in the attention, but right now she was livid, and the barrage of discordant questions was doing little to help.
"Yeah I do a bit of war crimes, got a problem with that?"
"Yes I'm naturally this tall."
"No I dress like this because it's comfortable thank you very much."
Okay now this was getting on her nerves. She stomped the ground and shouted, "Everybody shut the FUCK up! One at a goddamn time!"
The reporters seemed to dial back their rabid energy. They
were trying to interview an unhinged serial killer.
One brave man stepped forward from the crowd, although he didn't look like he was here for any actual journalism. "I just have one question. Will you please step on me?"
"Sure whatever, I'll get to it when I'm not busy. Next question." Must not be an unusual request for her.
The next lines of interrogation were a little more on topic. A woman barged her way to the front. "How competent was the City of Hope in leading the rescue?"
Lilith scoffed and gave a haughty flick of her hair. "How about not at all. They barely held me or the Unmade back, I mean I had no trouble slaughtering those soldiers!" She feverishly beamed, her lips curving into a sadistic grin. "I eviscerated so many survivors, I couldn't keep track! Ohh, it had to be at least a thousand!~" She fanned herself, unable to keep her composure as she recounted her recent inordinate bloodbath. "But don't worry, I'm totally over it now. My boss, the marvelous Lord Ridley, convinced me to stop culling you inferior rodents. By the way, him and I, we're like, a thing now."
The reporters were shocked, but pressed on nonetheless. "Did the ARC play a pivotal role in suppressing the Unmade?"
Lilith's expression was equal parts confusion and disgust. "The what?"
Someone else chimed in. "The Alliance to Restore the Crossroads."
"Seriously? An Alliance to Restore the Crossroads? Listen, I wanna kick Dickride’s ass as much as the next guy, but holding hands and sucking each other off isn’t gonna cut it," she spat, growing impatient. "Is that all? The police will be here any minute y'know."
"One last question! What do you know about the status of the Arbiter?"
"Uh, yeah, no fucking clue, probably busy blowing Darkseid. Oh, and to everyone watching--" Lilith smirked as she tugged on the straps narrowly covering her chest, giving any live broadcasts a generous show of public indecency, and two middle fingers.
After a round of gasps and whistles, she sent the crowd off with, "Anyways, I gotta bounce... Bounce on my boss's dick! Ayooo!"
After the trainwreck of an interview, Lilith made a mad dash in the general direction opposite the guard vehicles and drones pursuing her.