"Artemis?" I question his name as he appears human; I only remember Artemis as an black panther. Why is Artemis here? He's supposed to be with his "master". That's what he calls my love, which is quite hilarious.

"So, Marybeth, what hath you do feel? You have tears still streaming down your freckled cheeks. What has happened to my master? Where is she?" Artemis rambled on about.

"I—" I start, but stop myself from talking any further. My thoughts racing, confused, curious, angry, and saddened. I feel alone, but I know I'm not. I don't understand these people, my neighbors, my family found my Lilith guilty of "devil work".