The Mark Lilith approached the priest, smiling, leaning forward to bring her face level with his. He lay frozen, wide-eyed in terrible realization. He could hear her talking. He understood everything. He pulled the sheet up to his throat, pushing himself against the massive oak headboard, retreating from her advance. She stopped, and then backed away. “No Priest, this is not a dream. I am very real. Your faith is weak. You do not believe in the darkness, only the light.