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the change was immediate. one moment, lilith had been warm beneath his touch, familiar in a way few souls had ever managed to become. the next, she felt distant. cold and rigid. like marble where there had once been flesh. lucifer remained where he was when she pulled away, making no attempt to follow, no attempt to close the space that suddenly stretched between them. for once, he simply stood there and listened. her words settled heavily inside him.
each accusation chipped away at a memory he had carried for centuries, forcing him to look at it through eyes that were not his own. in his mind, he had loved her. truly loved her. perhaps imperfectly, perhaps selfishly. perhaps in the way only lucifer could love someone, with too much intensity and not enough wisdom. but love neverltheless. when he had given her immortality, it had never felt like a punishment. it had felt like fear.
fear of time, of loss. fear of standing beside her for what would feel like a heartbeat only to watch her grow old while he remained unchanged. the idea had terrified him more than he had ever been willing to admit aloud. for all his talk of freedom and rebellion, lucifer had never been particularly good at letting go of the things he loved. a short, bitter laugh escaped him. ❝ so that's what you think of me. ❞ the words came quietly, though somehow that only made them sharper. he rose from his seat, dark eyes fixed upon her as if searching for some trace of the woman he remembered in the stranger standing before him.
❝ you truly believe i wanted you beneath me ? ❞ his jaw tightened. ❝ lilith, i spent my entire existence fighting against those who believed they had the right to place themselves above others. do you honestly think i would become the very thing i despised ? ❞ the hurt was there now, impossible to hide beneath his usual charm and arrogance. most people never saw it. lucifer preferred it that way. pain was easier to bury beneath a joke, a smirk, a well timed flirtation. yet there was nowhere for it to go now.
❝ i gave you eternity because i couldn't bear the thought of losing you. ❞ his voice lowered. ❝ i gave you a kingdom because i wanted something in this universe to belong to you and no one else. not my father, not eden, not anyone. ❞ for a moment he looked away, frustration flashing across his features. perhaps she was right about one thing. perhaps there had been selfishness in what he had done. perhaps more than he cared to admit. the realization sat uneasily within him, but even now he could not accept the version of events she presented.
a humourless smile touched his lips. ❝ was it selfish ? of course it was. i'm the devil, darling. selfishness had never exactly been my greatest flaw. ❞ the smile vanished almost immediately. ❝ but do not tell me it wasn't love. ❞ the words landed harder than anything he had said so far. ❝ do not stand there and tell me i did it to make you lesser than me. ❞ his eyes darkened. ❝ i am not adam. i never wanted your obedience. frankly, you've never possessed the temperament for obedience anyway. ❞
under different circumstances the remark might have carried amusement. this time it carried none. he stepped forward slightly, the hurt that had filled his gaze beginning to harden around the edges. ❝ you speak as though every choice you've made since then belongs to me. as though every terrible thing you've done was somehow forced upon you the moment i changed you. ❞ a slow shake of his head followed. ❝ no, lilith. ❞
his voice was calm now, and somehow that made it far more dangerous. ❝ i may have opened the door. ❞ the silence stretched between them. ❝ but i did not walk through it for you. ❞ for the first time since she had begun speaking, his composure cracked. only slightly, barely enough for anyone else to notice. yet it was there. ❝ you want to believe i cursed you because it's easier than believing i loved you. ❞ the confession hurt more than the accusation ever had. his gaze finally dropped away from hers. ❝ and perhaps that's my fault. but don't stand there and tell me there was no love in it. ❞
a long pause followed before he looked back at her, centuries of grief hidden behind eyes that suddenly looked far older than either of them. ❝ because, lilith ... it was the most love i have ever given anyone. ❞
darling. the word hit her before the rest of his sentence could. something in lilith’s face changed so quickly it almost looked like a flinch. something insulted. something fierce and furious being touched with dirty fingers. her smile, whatever small and bitter thing had still remained of it, vanished entirely. she looked at him then, really looked at him, and for once there was nothing amused in her eyes.
« do not call me darling. » her voice was quiet. too quiet. her jaw tightened, red eyes burning into him. « i am none of your puppets you can tame with cute little nicknames and that wounded look you wear so well. not one of those fragile, weak things that melt because you remember how to make cruelty sound like affection. » a low growl escaped her lips, feral. « not someone you call by a sweet little name because you no longer care enough to remember the real one. because you have lined them all up in your head, put them into the same pretty little category. darling. love. sweetheart. whatever keeps them tamed on your leash, whatever keeps them close, whatever makes them feel special while you forget they ever existed. » a bitter smile touched her mouth, furious and joyless. « i am not one of them. i am not a number in your collection of adoring, breakable things. i am not darling. i am lilith. » her voice dropped so quickly the room almost seemed to follow.
« you know that. » another growl. not louder. worse. the kind of growl that made one’s blood freeze in their veins when confronted with it. « you have always known that. so do not stand there with that tragic little face and pretend it slipped out like some sweet old habit. it did not. you chose it. » she had meant to stop there. then he said it. he opened the door. and she froze. for a heartbeat, lilith did not move at all. only the movement in her eyes. when they dimmed. they dimmed in the way some part of someone died. and hearing him say that, a part of her within died. was that really what he thought about her? that he simply opened a door and all her darkest desires broke free? then she laughed.
« oh, there he is, » she breathed, and the laugh broke sharper, uglier. « there you are. god, you truly never changed, did you? » her eyes lifted to him, red and burning now, every trace of softness gone. « opening doors. proving your father right by dragging his little creations into sin and then acting surprised when they fall. was that not the whole point of your grand little rebellion? to show him we were never worthy of standing beside you? never worthy of being equal? tell me lucifer, is daddy finally proud of you? »
another laugh. this laugh was smaller. broken at the edges. almost offended by its own existence. « is that really what you think of me? » she asked, and now there was something in her voice that did not belong to games at all. « is that who i was to you before all this? some locked room full of rot and teeth, waiting for you to be clever enough to turn the handle? » her eyes darkened, red swallowing the softness left in them. « you opened the door? » she repeated, almost softly, as if testing the words in her mouth and finding poison there. « even after all those years, you still don't understand what you've done. how flawed your plan was. i was banished for asking for atonomy. you took that from me. no, lucifer. no, you do not get to make it sound pretty now. you do not get to stand there with all that grief on your face and turn what happened to me into a metaphor. »
« i was human, lucifer. ». not because she touched it. because the room had enough sense to be frightened. « i know you despised me for it. but i was human. do you even know what it means for a human to become a demon? not an angel. not one of your fallen brothers with celestial bones and bodies made to hold the impossible. a human. » her voice cracked around the word, and she hated it so much her lip curled. « just because angels can handle being turned into demons, does not mean I could. angels were made to survive the fall, lucifer. i was not. »
she grabbed the nearest thing her hand could find, some heavy little decorative thing, useless and breakable and suddenly perfect. it flew from her hand with enough force to kill, cutting past his head so closely he could feel the wind pass by his skin before it broke against the wall behind him, exploding into dust and fragments. she had missed. barely. on purpose. because even after everything, she could not bear to see him hurt. and somehow that made her angrier. « i was human! » the windows rattled with it. her eyes went black all at once, all red gone, all warmth gone, pupils swallowed until there was nothing left but void.
there it was. the thing she feared most. the thing he had turned her into, clawing its way back to the surface. the thing she could barely control, the thing with its claws already creeping out from behind the red door she had locked her behind. and then she was there, right in front of him; one second she was on the other side of the room, and the next he could feel her breath against his skin in the blink of an eye. no distance, no warning, both hands slamming into his chest with a force that should have sent anything mortal through the wall. « i was never given wings. » another shove. « i was never given a celestial body. » another. harder. « angels were designed to be perfect. humans were designed to break. »
« you pushed a darkness into a body that was never meant to carry it. you forced power into veins that still remembered blood, still remembered hunger, still remembered fear. do you know what it felt like? do you? » her face twisted, not with anger now, but memory. « it was not freedom. it was not a crown. it was glass under the skin. every inch of me ripping open from the inside, slowly, every day, every breath. it crawled through me like rot, but alive. hungry. it took memories first. the soft ones. the harmless ones. the ones i tried to hold on to with both hands. and then hope. and then mercy. and then every good thing i had ever been. » her fingers curled into his shirt, ripping at the fabric, as if clinging to it could somehow still save her. « and i was still in there. » that was the worst of it. the part her voice almost refused to carry. « i was locked in my own head, screaming, unable to move, unable to stop my own hands. do you understand that? i was there. i watched. chained to the wall in my own mind while the darkness wore my face and smiled with my mouth. it ate through me, piece by piece, and when there was nothing left to tear apart, it made me watch myself tear apart everyone else. »
her breath came harder now. too human. too broken. « your grand little scheme, your army of demons, your brilliant magic trick to twist fallen angels into monsters, you know, your big plan to give me immortal life had a tiny flaw in it. did you ever think what it would do to something mortal? did you ever stop long enough between loving me and saving me and owning the consequences of neither to think? » she shoved him again, but the force was different now. less controlled. more desperate. « am i part of your plan to prove daddy right? just a tool for your agenda? that you only opened some cursed little door and let the real lilith out? » her black eyes gleamed, wet and terrible.
« i woke up covered in blood, every morning. i remembered everything. every village. every battlefield. every city burning so brightly it looked almost holy, as if i was doing god’s work, but i wasn’t, right? whose work was i doing? i remember every single one of them. i remember the women running with their children in their arms, the men begging, the old hiding under floorboards. i could hear them breathe. i could hear babies choking on their own cries because their mothers covered their mouths to keep them quiet. and i hunted them. not for revenge. not for punishment. not because they had done a thing to me. because i could. because she could. because the thing you made out of me liked the sound of bones breaking when the world begged her to stop. »
her voice rose with every word, her hands shoving him again, pushing him back because if she stopped moving, if she stopped burning, something else would come out. something behind a red door. something laughing. and for one terrible second, it almost did. the laugh came first. not from lilith’s mouth. not really. it slipped through the room like smoke through a crack, low and sweet and rotten with delight, and then it was inside his head, crawling behind his eyes with a voice that sounded like hers only if everything human had been carved out of it.
- oh, yes. you created me, lucifer. look at her. - lilith shoved him again, harder, but her face twisted as if the sound had cut through her too. - all weak. all shaking. all human. can't even control me. can't even push you. begging for me to stop, begging for me to leave, but i will never leave her again. - the voice in his head kept going, taunting, laughing at every desprte move lilith did. while the real lilith fought two fights, the one in her head and the one against him. another shove. another breath caught between rage and terror. - she proved you right, didn't she? she is no angel. how would she ever be able to stand such a great power. such corruption. humans are worthless. fragile little things. easy to ruin. easy to break. be honest. that is why you changed her, was it not? because she was human. because she was never worthy. - lilith stopped. - we will meet again soon, my king. - she did not hear the voice, but the timing was no coincedence. the second it mentioned it, she just stopped. not slowly. not by choice. whatever that thing was, it fed on her fears.
then the voice disappeared. the black in her eyes flickered. red returned first, sharp and wet and gleaming. then even that began to fade, draining into something warmer, softer, horribly familiar. amber. human. the colour eden had known before hell had swallowed her whole. and suddenly lilith looked too small for the fury she had been carrying. her hands kept hitting against his chest, but the force behind them vanished as if something had reached into her body and cut the strings. locking that red door again always took way more strength from her than she had. she looked at him then, and there was something unbearably human in it. wounded, furious, disbelieving. « is that all i was to you? » her voice was barely more than breath now, and somehow worse for it. « all i ever was? an unworthy human who only needed the right devil to prove it? »
« do you really think the lilith you knew enjoyed ripping a child out of its mother’s arms? » she screamed, and her fists slammed against his chest again, weaker this time but no less furious. « do you think she enjoyed tearing through little bodies while their mothers screamed? bathing them in what was left and leaving them alive because death would have been too kind? » another hit. « none of that was me! » another. « how dare you say you loved me when you never truly knew me! i was banished. i was left in darkness for decades before you found me! but still i would do it all over again. for chosing my own life, i would do it all over again. and you took that from me. you turned me into a slave of some fucked up dark force that is still feeding from me. from my body. my soul. you made me a priosnor in my own body. having to watch it take every single choice from me! you sweet talked me into this, you lied to me! you never told me what you were doing and i trusted you until i started to scream! you took my atonomy from me! how are you any different from adam?! how are you any different than father? » the last strike broke something, but it was not him. it was her. all at once, the force left her body. the rage, the power, the thing holding her upright like pride could be a spine. her hands stayed against his chest, fingers twisted into the fabric, but there was no strength left in them now. only trembling.
« you have no idea what it took to wake up from that nightmare, » she choked out, voice tearing itself apart. « you have no idea what price i paid to lock her behind that god damn red door. » her breath hitched hard, ugly and helpless, and she looked almost frightened then. not of him. of her. whenever she talked about her, fear clawed its way through lilith’s body; she did hide it, but never managed fully. « you do not know what it takes to keep her in there. every day. every second. you do not know what it feels like to hear her laugh when i close my eyes, to feel her scratching at the other side, waiting for me to get tired. so do not you dare stand there and tell me you only opened the door. without your little experiment, there would not have been a door to begin with. »
she tried to shove him again. there was nothing behind it. not demon. not queen. not sinner. not apostress. just lilith, amber-eyed and shaking, hitting her fists against his chest like a woman trying to move a mountain after her hands had already broken. « i loved you, » she sobbed, and it sounded like the confession hurt worse than every accusation before it. her fists struck him again, weaker this time, trembling more than hurting. « i loved you more than anything. i would have died for you. i would have given you anything if you had just asked me. » another hit. then another. not because she thought she could move him anymore, not because there was any strength left in her, but because stopping meant feeling it all at once.
« i loved you, and you turned me into something that could not love anything without destroying it. something that reached for tenderness and came back with blood under its nails. »
the crying came then, violent and humiliating, tearing out of her like something dragged from a grave. not pretty. not quiet. not controlled. nothing she could make charming or sharp or useful. and still, she did not lean into him. she stayed there, fists pressed against his chest, shaking too hard to keep hitting against his chest anymore, too proud or too wounded to let herself fall any closer. so she stepped back, wiping her tears. she hated tears. she hated being vulnerable in front of others. but for once, lilith had no performance left.
« i love you, » she broke out, fingers twisting into his shirt for one terrible second before she shoved at him again, weaker than before. « you god damn bastard, i love you. » her voice collapsed into a whisper, ruined and furious and still somehow full of him.
lilith had always known what adam was. not the whole of it, apparently. not enough. never enough, because the world had a cruel little habit of proving her wrong in the most disgusting ways possible. she knew his voice when it sharpened. knew the way his anger filled a room before he even moved. knew the weight of his hand before it landed, the way his eyes could turn a woman into something that belonged beneath him. she knew what he had wanted from her. what he had believed he was owed. what he had tried to take, again and again, until even eden had started to feel less like a garden and more like a very pretty cage with excellent lighting. and she had left.
brave little thing, wasn’t she? ran from paradise, paid with exile, became the sin they needed her to be because apparently heaven had always been very creative when it came to punishing women for having a spine. she had left him behind. years of abuse, fear, hiding, fighting. until she had enough. until her body had enough. but only now did she realise, the burden had moved on to eve. that was the part that sat ugly now.
eve had never been something lilith hated. that would have been easier, perhaps. cleaner. more dramatic. heavens, people loved when women hated each other. it gave them something simple to point at, something to write songs about, something to make themselves feel clever. but lilith had not been jealous. she had not looked at eve and seen a replacement, because why would she mourn being replaced beside adam? that was not a throne. that was a sentence.
eve had simply belonged to heaven. heaven had made her. heaven had kept her. heaven had watched adam stand beside her and called it order, called it marriage, called it good. and lilith did not belong to heaven anymore. so she had told herself eve did not belong to her either.
funny. pathetic, almost. the kinds of lies people told themselves when the truth would be too inconvenient, too personal, too much like a chain clicking shut around the wrist. now eve was in the corner, crying, hiding, curling up, making herself the smallest she can. she was curled into herself like her body had learned the shape of apology. one arm pressed against her middle, shoulders drawn in, breath too small, too careful, as if even breathing wrong could summon him back into the room. blood had dried along the corner of her mouth, cracked dark over a busted lip. one cheek was swollen. there were bruises on her throat, on her arms, half-hidden beneath torn fabric, and the longer lilith looked, the more they seemed to appear. fingerprints. old ones beneath new ones. colours layered into skin like adam had been writing the same lesson there for years.
lilith stopped. she did not freeze. something inside her remembred how it felt. for a moment, she saw herself sitting there. something inside her simply went very still. the air shifted around her. the shadows at her feet seemed to remember they had teeth. for a heartbeat, something old and black and hungry rose beneath her skin, almost delighted to finally have a reason. there it was. that familiar storm. that sweet, ugly thing with claws, ready to peel the world open and crawl out smiling.
adam. of course. of course he had done this. of course he had not changed. men like adam did not change. they just found softer places to put their hands when the first woman walked away. lilith’s mouth parted, but no words came out. for once, perhaps, she did not trust them. instead, she crossed the room slowly, every step quiet, careful in a way that almost irritated her. she did not like careful. careful felt too close to gentle, and gentle had never been something that fit properly in her hands. it always sat there awkwardly, like a knife turned the wrong way around. eve flinched when she came closer. lilith noticed. revolting. growth. who had authorised that? she lowered herself to the floor. slowly, intentionally, lilith knelt in front of her and said nothing. not a single word.
no comfort. no promise. no pretty lie wrapped in softness and handed over like a gift. she knew better. she knew what it was to be cornered and have someone speak at you as if words could make their presence less dangerous. she knew what it was to have a body forget it belonged to itself. so lilith stayed there. close enough to be seen. far enough not to take. her eyes found eve’s, and for once there was no game in them. no glittering little riddle, no wicked smile, no theatre. just something quiet and terrible. something that looked too much like understanding and not enough like pity.
because pity would have been insulting. eve did not need pity. eve needed someone to know. and lilith did. oh, she did. there were too many things she saw now. too many pieces clicking together with sick little sounds. the way eve had gone silent around adam. the way her eyes had moved before her head did. the way tension had lived between them from the start, strange and sharp and familiar, something neither of them had named because adam had still been standing there, breathing his rot into the same air.
lilith had felt it then. that pull. that horrible thread. it was deep and ugly, born from the same hand around different throats. two women shaped by the same garden, wounded by the same man, carrying two stories heaven would rather bury beneath worship and fruit trees. what if. that was the worst of it. what if lilith had looked sooner. what if she had asked. what if eve had known there was a way out before adam taught her that suffering was simply the shape of being loved by a man chosen by god. lilith hated the thought so much she almost smiled. almost.
instead, she stayed quiet until eve’s breathing changed. not settled. nothing so generous. but shifted enough that the room no longer felt like it would shatter if lilith moved. only then did she stand. the next little while passed in pieces.
water in a bowl. clean cloth. ointment taken from somewhere lilith had not asked permission to enter because truly, if heaven wanted manners, it should have raised better men. eve sat on the edge of the bed now, still folded inward, but less small than before. lilith stood in front of her with the cloth in hand, looking almost offended by the entire arrangement.
care. ridiculous thing. it did not suit her. it did not come naturally. no one had taught lilith how to be soft. lucifer had taught her survival in the dark, hell had taught her hunger, heaven had taught her that mercy was usually just cruelty with cleaner hands. gentleness was not in her repertoire. not really. and yet there she was, dipping the cloth into the water, wringing it out, lifting it towards eve’s face. she stopped before touching her. waited. how generous. how saintly. someone should paint her. when eve did not pull away, lilith stepped closer and pressed the cloth carefully to the blood at the corner of her mouth.
her touch was light, but not sweet. she did not know sweetness. never learned softness. it was controlled. practical. almost stern, as if she could make the wound behave through sheer irritation. she cleaned the dried blood first, slow enough not to hurt more than necessary, though the restraint sat in her shoulders like something she had to hold down by force. « adam always had a talent for making himself god’s most embarrassing idea. » she murmured at last, quiet enough that it barely disturbed the air. there it was. her voice. finally. low. dry. almost bored, if someone did not know how to listen for the fire underneath.
her gaze dropped to eve’s lip again, and she dabbed at the split with the cloth, watching fresh red bloom against the white. something in her eyes darkened. not visibly enough for most to notice, but eve was close. close enough to smell the smoke beneath the perfume. close enough to feel the storm pressed politely behind lilith’s ribs. the ointment came next. lilith took a little on her finger, leaned in, and with her free hand she touched eve’s chin. barely. just enough to tilt her face, not enough to hold her there. her breath brushed warm against eve’s skin as she focused on the broken lip, smoothing the ointment over it with the care of someone who had no idea what to do with care and had decided to bully it into obedience.
eve was too close. too real. the purple staining her skin, it ate on something very depp inside of her. too much like a question lilith had spent centuries refusing to answer. protect women and the outcasts, wasn’t that the pretty little shape the world had carved around her name when it suited them? the symbol. the sinner. the feminine will they tried to make monstrous. lovely title. terrible timing. and eve. eve was both. woman. outcast. heaven’s abandoned little miracle with adam’s bruises on her throat. how very embarrassing for lilith, then, to have missed the obvious. it was sitting right there in front of her door.
she had not said anything to eve, not even a single word. her fingers were busy closing the tube of ointment, her eyes fixed on it while her long black hair fell over her shoulder. and without even looking at her, without any care in the world, she said it.
« let’s kill him. »
nothing grand. nothing thunderous. no dark voice shaking the walls, no divine speech, no curse thrown at heaven. she said it like she was asking what eve wanted for dinner. she leaned to the side a little, placing everything back into the small bag before fixing her hair and sitting up again.
adam would die.
not because lilith was kind. not because she had become good. not because this was justice in the clean, shining way heaven liked to pretend justice looked. adam would die because lilith had decided it.
because he had put his hands on eve. because he had put his hands on lilith. because somewhere, across all those years, he had dared too much. without any consequences. father had given him so much power, and then turned all eyes blind. « i do not care about the consequences, » she added, almost lightly, almost herself again, not that she ever cared about consequences. but to kill the first human to ever exist, god's first creation, who knew what would happen, but lilith had decided that it did not matter. « heaven can collapse for all i care. i have never been very attached to the place. »
her had this new shine to them, determination. the sanguine in her eyes only ever gleamed like that when she was about to do something really stupid or something really great. depends on who you asked. everyone else or lilith. but there was something else in the, they were warm. not kind. they never were kind. but real. « adam first. adam will die. »
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apostress.
gasp. scandal. heresy in a pretty dress. hear me out.
so, apostasy means the abandonment, rejection, or renunciation of a religion, faith, doctrine, cause, or order. an apostate is the one who does it. the one who leaves. the one who steps outside the law that once claimed them and decides, terribly and beautifully, to belong to herself instead.
and then there is -ess, the feminine suffix. priestess. goddess. huntress. all those lovely little words humans invented because apparently femininity needed its own dramatic entrance. apostate + -ess = apostress. with lilith as a symbol of rebellion, female self-determination, it fits. the female apostate. the woman who rejected obedience.
but here is the fun part.
this is why i love linguistics, because hear me out; apostle is still hiding in there too. an apostle is someone sent to carry a truth for something greater than themselves. disgusting. delicious. language did something useful for once.
apostle + -ess = apostress. so it could mean both. the feminine apostate and the feminine apostle. the woman who leaves the law, and the woman who carries a message. lilith is considered a symbol of rebellion, female autonomy, free will, choice, self-determination, protection of the outcast, female rage.
so lilith is both.
an apostate by defying heaven, order, obedience, and every law that mistook possession for holiness. she becomes a sinner because she chose self-determination over submission, because she wanted a will of her own, but sin turned her into a symbol of something else. she is also an apostle in her own ruined, sacred way. not for heaven. not for god. not for the law.
for the abandoned. for the exiled. for the ones named wrong before they ever had the chance to name themselves. carrying the message that it is okay not to follow orders blindly, and that sometimes you must break free in order to be yourself.
the apostate became an apostle for those who never belonged anywhere.
so really, she could be both: prophet or doom. sinner or saint. apostate or apostle.
edenhusk. the devil herself and the first woman to ever exist. based on jewish myth.
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on hiatus: katana (dc). constantine. (dc and reevesverse). mantis (marvel). catwoman (dc). all to be found on unholyrites until the end of summer.
activity level : returned from vacation and arrived safely in germany, lots to do over the next few days, having to register, having to sort out work permission, visa, etc., i wanna go back to istanbul please. anyway, until everything is sorted, i will be heavily sporadic everywhere. most active on unholyrites currently, while Lilith's queue being filled. serpentmass's being super biased in replies atm, being on a low-key semi-hiatus; but let's work on it next week. ( updated may twenty-ninth )
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the click of her tongue echoed through the desert. or was this even a desert? little did she care, little was she going to tell. it was a battlefield. or it used to be one. or meant to become one. lilith never really bothered to keep track of time or to keep up with heaven's wars against... who were they fighting this time? oh yes, the greeks. big horses, horny god father, very weird attention to detail... and swans. someone really should save those poor swans. anyway, where were we? war. exactly, this was about war. but wasn't everything? mankind either loved, fucked, or killed each other. there was never an in between and lilith was so bored of all of it. sure, heaven and gods alike claimed to be better, free of sin, but mankind was built after their image, weren't they? she should know, she was the very first of them.
as sand flew in the wind, dust settled, and the screeching silence before the storm settled upon the field which soon would be soaked in blood so next spring flowers would bloom here again, lilith just stood on the side. she watched. that is what she always did. well, aside from causing chaos of course. but right now, that chaos would not do her any favour, not when she was quite literally commanded to show up here. to show up here and fight. who would have thought that heaven, for once, would stop fighting hell and find another foe? for once things got interesting. of course she would not join. the last person she tore apart into pieces on a battlefield stuck beneath her fingernails for weeks. nasty really. but it was fun to watch, especially if she carried the talent to be able to watch without anyone, even her creator, noticing. oh magic was such a beautiful little invention. of course, she invented it.
there it was again, the click of her tongue echoing through the nothingness of that wasteland. the first time it could have been judged as a weird noise echoing from the mountain far away. the second one was a little more suspicious. her eyes were focused on him. her frame still invisible of course, but she had stood there for quite a while now, watching them take turns. watching people in silence for sure was such an easy way to get to know them. and if she thought her own family had very weird family bonds, she for sure found it far more amusing to finally have something new to gossip about with her cat. ares, god of war. really now? they created a god for that? they had a god for everything quite literally. in her family it was either bad or good, choose a side or be bad too. she could tell best, she had never chosen a side and had no plans to start.
lots of new toys to play with. but this one here, said god of war, that was her favourite. reminded her of lucifer a little bit, just a little more pitiful stray and with a lot more daddy issues. he hated his father, that much was clear. yet here he stood like a good little soldier, watching the borders no one should cross. well she did, he clearly did not do a good job. and then she got annoyed. the third click of her tongue and still nothing. no reaction. no guessing, not even a paranoid glance over his shoulder. « oh for god's sake, you really are one of the slow ones now, aren't you? »
the dust from the ground twirled through the air, wind carrying the sand from one desert into the other as she finally stepped out of... nothing, quite literally. one moment there was nothing. the other there was she. fluid motions as if she had just entered a red carpet, wind twirling her hair to tightly hug her frame. whoever this woman was, divine she was for sure. in how many aspects, that was yet to be told, but the way her red lips stretched into a smile, raven hair stroking ivory skin while black silk, as dark as the abyss in her eyes, hugged every curve in just the right places. only divine hands could create such a creature. formed after god's image, just a whole lot more sinful.
« you really are no fun at parties, you know that right? been standing here for hours. enemy in your terrain- » she raised her hand before he could even speak, if he was about to. she did not look, to be honest. « ah, don't talk, i am talking. for a god of war i am really disappointed, i had so much hope in you. i really do not know why father is so scared by the bunch of you. like really, grumpy old man in the underworld, some dude who smells like fish all the time who really needs to learn to wear a shirt, and some old couple somewhere up in the sky, too spiteful for divorce but also too horny to not produce more children. like really now, how many of you are there? gross. anyways. »
then she finally looked at him, her figure turning oh so gracefully as her hair fell back down over her shoulder, a perfect cascade of silken night. « but you? really? i am a fan really... not that there are a lot of actual options to choose from, your family is tragic really. how am i supposed to pick a favourite? so it was either you, that weird hag who claims to have power over all magic. we clearly know i did that and now she gets to call herself goddess of magic? ugh. she makes me want to join this war but then i just did my nails. so it was either you or that winged lunatic who keeps shooting at people. so here we are, congrats. you are the chosen. we do have to talk about this really weird loyalty issue you have going on there but not all of us can be perfect, and well, i am perfect enough for all of us. now, to work, shall we? » @angcltouched
edenhusk. the devil herself and the first woman to ever exist. based on jewish myth.
serpentmass. multi for originals, inspired by horror, sorcery and the supernatural.
unholyrites. canon multi. based on myth, horror stories & everything paranormal.
on hiatus: katana (dc). constantine. (dc and reevesverse). mantis (marvel). catwoman (dc). all to be found on unholyrites until the end of summer.
activity level : returned from vacation and arrived safely in germany, lots to do over the next few days, having to register, having to sort out work permission, visa, etc., i wanna go back to istanbul please. anyway, until everything is sorted, i will be heavily sporadic everywhere. most active on unholyrites currently, while Lilith's queue being filled. serpentmass's being super biased in replies atm, being on a low-key semi-hiatus; but let's work on it next week. ( updated may twenty-ninth )