Alternate Lore (non-canon)

The sun quickly descended over the horizon, giving way to the growing autumn moon, perfectly illuminating all the charms of the Dominion forests. The night promised to be long, perhaps, just such a night now honors soldiers after a day filled with diabolical battles, but it is not up to the milky white stars today. The girl woke up in a eerie cave, all alone, it seemed, from a long sleep. Only the nightly darkness came from all sides. She began to five to the wall, strong roots of fear spit her, now even Phobos himself did not cause such a tremor. The poor thing tried to remember, “How could I be brought here?” and with no less horror she realized that she did not remember anything. Not his past, not his name.

Fear slowly creeped up, but she could no longer sit still. We have to get out. Attempts to stand took a lot of strength, the body seemed to be burning from the inside, but very close you can hear the creaking of branches and whispers of leaves, swayed by the wind. Breathing is leveled after a sudden awakening, and the girl, swaying and leaning on the walls, moves to a prominent exit from the terrible dungeon. But all the things that surrounded her seem vaguely similar to something else… In my head began to carry images that are impossible to forget. And now that way out – not just clay, moss and stones. In her eyes, this is the gateway to the underworld. She can’t understand: where could such thoughts come from? Meanwhile, passing further through the forest, the moonlight becomes not a fascinating phenomenon, on the contrary: a chain of magma and fire, stretching to the visible sky, sparing, burning all; not sand, not gravel – only the bones of those who fell in battle, the very death of the snnous path; trees grew from bodies, ordinary stones – tombstones, which became a prison for many souls; not birds – terrible six-legged creatures, only the remains of former wings, scales.

Right in front of the lake, the girl fell to the ground, as if hit by a whip, her cry rushes through the whole forest, bouncing off obstacles and splitting into dozens of voices. She dipped her hands in the water and only now saw her reflection. A terrible monster straight out of Hell, chitinous armor on the face of bright yellow eyes, the claws of the predator grow from the fingers, sticking out of the joints and skulls cut off stones, and the body is all red. Now Lilith remembered everything. She remembered the life of a powerful sorcerer, wandering with her faithful friends around the world, remembered their victories. And defeat.

The squad was broken up. The demon himself was revived before them, in order to personally see those heroes that so obviously interfered with him. Lilith’s strength was still enough for powerful spells, but she chose. She bewitched him and cursed herself. The demon fell in love with a powerful enemy, while at the same time sparing the rest. In so many years in an alien world, Lilith would have changed and spent centuries there if Astarot had not appeared. Who, with his courtship for the wife of the ruler of the underworld, removed, without knowing it, the spell with the demon. Having returned his old mind, he was furious and drove the deceiver back into the bright world, but changed her body so that neither friend nor the enemy could ever know the sweet and humble Hero Wars Lilith before. And along with the former appearance, he took away the memory, not expecting that the remnants of the magic of the sorcerer will allow her to remember everything.