Exorcism. She had was well versed at the past cruelty of the Inquisition and the witch hunters, enough to bring a sorrowful, resigned expression on her features. She remained in a quiet silence, observing his lashing out at the implicit nature. That was expected with all those who bring forth conflict when they realized they weren’t on top of the food chain, after all.
“Please, stop,” Lilith asked him softly, reaching for his accusing hand to guide them down. Her gentle grasp was also firm, like iron. “I do not seek conflict. When I speak of peace I am sincere with my claim.” She sighed and continued. “Humans feed on cows and chickens. Vampires drink the Human’s blood. In return, Krsniks feed on the blood of vampires,” she quoted, releasing his hand. “If I wanted your blood or the blood or your children, I would have taken it. But I truly dislike acting like a monster. My family, unfortunately, may disagree with my stance. Beware of them.”