The Lazarus Pits had been the mouthpiece of people for ages; Lilith Sahl had been intrigued for what she heard of it and by the credibility of its miraculous nature. She was almost certain she could catch Seth in that place; she would be naturally interested as a scientist to visit and sample its waters. She left work late, double shifts were slightly inconvenient but she never dared to complain, lives were saved and families weren’t broken. Lilith loved humans too much to stand their suffering. Locating the highly advertized pits wasn’t a feat, but the crowds and line of people outside was overwhelming.
Once inside, Lilith picked an unobtrusive corner, trying to blend, the layout was exotic enough to make her sari and expensive jewelry appeared normal. She kept watching the process for well twenty-five minutes when the commotion above caught her attention. Lilith looked up, catching the glimpse of two men, fighting to a speed almost impossible to follow for the naked eye. Before she had time to react she saw both falling into the chemicals, then… one splash.
“Oh dear,” she muttered, walking out her spot and approaching the ruckus. “I’m a doctor,” she said. “Is he all right?”